Northern Continent, Backlund.
Raphael had been sleeping soundly in a guest room in Mr. C's villa when he had a strange dream: Adam was drinking from a bottle of vodka at the Five Lakes Sword Sect's altar.
He patted his forehead and chuckled. What kind of dream was that?
Then he closed his eyes and checked. His other self was still drinking with Bai Feike and discussing the Five Lakes Sword Debate. It was still daytime over there.
Raphael let out a breath, assuming he had dreamed that because his other self was discussing the Five Lakes Sword Sect.
Suddenly, Raphael felt a tightness in his forehead. A moment later, the White Jade Orb floated out of it, emitting a faint white glow.
Raphael felt dazed for a moment before looking at the White Jade Orb before him. "You-how did you get out?"
This was the first time anything like this had happened. The White Jade Orb had always remained within his mind.
"I sensed a familiar presence," the White Jade Orb said.
Raphael paused. "What presence?"
The White Jade Orb's light grew brighter, as though a layer of illusory moonlight had spread over the entire room.
"Your opportunity has arrived," the White Jade Orb said. "You will soon enter some ruins from the First Epoch. When one of your eyes sees thick gray fog and the other sees what appears to be an infinite array of colors, I can take you through the Seal and into the Dark Hut."
"The Dark Hut?" Raphael froze. "Isn't that-isn't that a secret realm that only exists in the world of cultivators?"
The White Jade Orb chuckled. "It doesn't exist only in that world."
Then it said, "All right, I can't stay out for long. Let's get down to business first.
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