Chu Mo lowered his gaze to the clay figurine and Flower Basket in his hands, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Then, with a slight shift of his will, he acted.
Great Black Heaven receded like an ebbing tide, and light returned.
The mine tunnel was dim, its crystals faintly luminous. At a glance, there was not the slightest trace of a battle.
The earlier battle had begun within [Great Dream of the Mortal World]. After Chu Mo intervened, everyone had fallen into Great Black Heaven together. Thus, it had neither affected the outside world nor drawn anyone's attention.
Youzhen leaned against the tunnel wall, gasping for breath. His face was pale, cold sweat beading at his temples. Clearly, he had yet to recover from the sudden upheaval.
Not far away, Yuan An sat sprawled on the ground in a sorry state. Dust covered him, his topknot was disheveled, and his eyes were full of terror and bewilderment.
The instant that boundless darkness descended, he had instinctively turned and fled, driving his escape technique with all his strength. He had no idea how long or how far he had run, and had not dared pause for even a moment.
Yet when the darkness dispersed, he discovered that he had moved only thirty feet.
Thirty feet!
Yuan An looked down at the large rock beneath his feet, his face alternating between ashen and livid. He had stepped on this very rock when he first began fleeing.
Chu Mo glanced at him, amusement in his eyes.
Yuan An's heart clenched. He hurriedly bowed low. "Disciple Yuan An pays his respects to the True Lord!"
He kept his head lowered, his voice respectful, while his heart churned like rivers overturning and seas surging. That darkness had been boundless, capable of obscuring all