Thinking it over, Xiao Hua had only met Fairy Hongxia once at the Cai Family of Luyang. Even if she had meant to protect him then, it had only been because he had returned Cai Zhuoxia's remains to her home. Back then, he had merely been an insignificant Qi Cultivation fourth layer cultivator—how could he possibly have caught Fairy Hongxia's eye? Now, although Xiao Hua had become a twelfth layer of Qi Cultivation cultivator and even a Thunder Control Sect disciple, among the dozens of cultivators before him, whose cultivation was not higher than his? Whose sect did not have a greater background than his?
Having thought it through, Xiao Hua lost all interest. With his head hanging low, he trudged listlessly at the very back of the Thunder Control Sect disciples, waiting to enter the Vast Realm.
Dao Jing and the cultivator who had just led over the Huanhua Sect disciples each took a yellow talisman from their robes and activated them with spiritual power. The talismans gave a clear cry, circling into the air like flying cranes before plunging into the Vast Realm overhead. Immediately afterward came a light clang, like the sound of a bell or chime. From amid the white clouds beneath the Vast Realm shone five-colored radiance, each ray solidifying into a bridge that slowly stretched down to everyone's feet.
"Esteemed seniors, please!" Dao Jing said with cupped hands. He was the first to step onto a light bridge. Just like the method of entering Yan Lei Hall, the bridge slowly contracted, drawing Dao Jing's figure into the white clouds.
As Dao Jing stepped onto the bridge, Gen Qing, Wei Chongxi, Xiong Fei, and the others exchanged glances and likewise stepped forward onto the bridges.
The light bridges moved slowly, and no defensive radiance covered