Although Xiao Hua knew full well that the situation was dire, what could he do now that he had come this far? Yet it was strange—before long, that sensation intensified again, and Xiao Hua could actually feel green-robed Xiao Hua's unease! As Xiao Hua rushed into the high sky, the sensation flickered in and out. Then, as inscriptions surged before his eyes like a fountain and light and darkness interwove, green-robed Xiao Hua became like a kite with its string cut... vanishing without a trace.
"Damn it..." Xiao Hua lightly bit his lip and thought to himself, For no reason at all, it's going to be another meat bun thrown at a dog—gone and never returned! Who knows when the Phoenix Dharma Body will come back, and now green-robed Xiao Hua has been lost too! I only hope this imperial formation is not as heartless as this Xiao fears!
Of course, though Xiao Hua could no longer sense green-robed Xiao Hua's location, he was, after all, his own Primordial Spirit. Somewhere in the unseen, he retained a faint, indistinct feeling that green-robed Xiao Hua had not yet encountered danger.
Gathering his thoughts, Xiao Hua raised his eyes and looked around. This was a blood-red space—or rather, a high sky blanketed in sunset clouds. All around him stretched a seemingly boundless emptiness, with nothing in sight: no mountains, clouds, or cultivators. Moreover, although the inscriptions around Xiao Hua had vanished, his divine sense, Buddhist consciousness, and soul sense still could not leave his body. This left him greatly flustered. In the dangers he had encountered before, even when divine sense or Buddhist consciousness was restricted, soul sense could always be used, whether near or far. It had always given Xiao Hua something to rely on in peril. He had never encountered