"Hm?"
Peng Ying had not taken Ling Wan'er seriously at first, but once the Primordial Eight Trigrams Diagram enveloped her...
Her brows immediately furrowed.
At that moment, Zhao Jun also changed direction, channeling his divine power into the Primordial Bagua.
A huge black vortex then appeared above them.
"Hmph! We can't beat you, but we certainly won't let you stay here!"
As Zhao Jun spoke, he sacrificed his own vital essence. The Dao Rhythm on the Primordial Bagua blazed with brilliant light, drawing Peng Ying into the black vortex along with him.
Soon, silence returned, as though none of it had ever happened.
In the mountain village, Zhao Su suddenly opened his eyes.
Day had broken, and many children had gathered around the four of them, staring at them.
Zhao Su hurriedly stood and looked around. They were still in the same village, with its orderly houses and broad, tidy streets.
Only the red lanterns hanging outside every courtyard had disappeared.
"Chief, it's them! When we got up this morning, we found these four sitting here. We called and called, but they wouldn't wake up!"
Soon, a boy in his teens approached with several elders.
He pointed at the four utterly bewildered visitors.
"Zhao Su, were we dreaming earlier, or are we dreaming now?"
Li Fan asked Zhao Su.
Zhao Su shook his head. Even he could no longer tell what was real.
But Zhao Su could feel that another mark had appeared inside his body.
It was Supreme Clarity Void, the third level of the Great Freedom Origin Scripture.
And the immense divine power within him, which surpassed the Emperor Realm, could not lie.
"May I ask where the four of you have come from?"
The old man addressed as the village chief stepped forward, cupped his hands, and