Although Xiao Hua knew full well that the situation was bad, what could he do now that he had come this far? Yet it was strange—before long, that sensation grew strong again, and Xiao Hua could actually feel green-robed Xiao Hua's unease! As Xiao Hua rushed into the high skies, 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 bit his lip lightly and thought to himself, For no reason at all, another meat bun has gone to beat a dog—gone and never returned! Who knows when the Phoenix Dharma Body will return, and now green-robed Xiao Hua is gone too! Let's hope this controlling formation is not as heartless as this Xiao imagines!
Of course, although Xiao Hua could not sense green-robed Xiao Hua's whereabouts, he was, after all, Xiao Hua's own Primordial Spirit. In the unseen darkness, there was still a faint and indistinct feeling that green-robed Xiao Hua had not encountered danger for the moment.
After collecting his thoughts, Xiao Hua looked around. He saw a blood-red space—or rather, a high sky blanketed in sunset clouds. All around him seemed misty and boundless, with nothing at all in sight: no mountains, no clouds, no cultivators. Moreover, though the inscriptions around his body had now vanished, his divine sense, Buddhist consciousness, and soul sense still could not leave his body. This left him greatly alarmed. In the dangers he had encountered before, even if divine sense or Buddhist consciousness were restricted, soul sense could always be used, regardless of distance. That had always given Xiao Hua something to rely upon in peril. He had never encountered a