Just as Chen Xiaojun and the others were about to be struck, the space around them suddenly warped, and they were instantly transported into an empty valley.
"What... what happened?" Zhu Wuneng asked, his face full of shock.
Chen Xiaojun did not answer. He simply surveyed their surroundings in silence.
Clearly, some force had kicked them out of the secret realm. This valley was most likely the exit through which they had left it.
Chen Xiaojun fell silent for a moment, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes. "Looks like the secret realm has closed. We need to leave."
A wave of disappointment washed over everyone at his words.
They knew that the secret realm's disappearance meant they had lost their chance to enter it again, as well as their chance to learn more of the First-Generation Angel God's story.
But he also understood that fate sometimes worked this way. Some things simply could not be forced.
"Come on. Let's leave." Chen Xiaojun turned first and headed out of the valley.
Xixi and the others followed him silently, their hearts filled with lingering regret. There were still so many places they had not explored.
On the way out of the valley, no one spoke. They simply walked in silence.
"Young Master, will we ever have another chance to enter the secret realm?" Zhu Wuneng could not help asking.
Chen Xiaojun shook his head. "I don't know either. Moving spatial secret realms are very unpredictable. Getting in even once was lucky."
After leaving the valley, everyone gathered together to enjoy a rare moment of leisure.
The main dish was fish with pickled mustard greens. Luo Zhenjun had caught the fish in the stream, and Chen Xiaojun was the chef.
During their two days in the secret realm, the unknown