Qin Xiaoxue, Ye Zhou, and Dong Muxuan were rather bewildered.
They watched the countless birds swarming toward Yellow Dragon at the cave entrance.
They clearly had no idea what had happened. The valley, bustling just moments earlier, had suddenly emptied, with all the birds crowding densely before the cave, leaving the three at a loss.
Yet at that moment, were they really the ones most at a loss?
With Big Yellow protecting him, the birds outside the cave could not cross the forbidden line by even half a step, so Su Ping focused all his attention on what lay behind him.
The rupture left by the shattered space was not an ordinary Spatial Vortex.
The exposed spatial fissure was not pitch-black, but a fiery-red vortex.
It was as though a world composed entirely of raging flames lay beyond it.
But that was not the strangest part. After all, the appearance of a Spatial Vortex varied with the Mystic Realm's space.
What surprised him most was that something was slowly floating out of this fiery-red Spatial Vortex.
Yes, this thing had emerged from the Spatial Vortex on its own!
How was that possible?
It was common knowledge that creations within a Mystic Realm could not leave it on their own.
Unless the spatial Mystic Realm was extremely unstable.
Still, judging by this fiery-red vortex, perhaps it met that condition?
And what emerged left Su Ping even more bewildered.
It was not a living being. At least, it did not seem to be one to him.
It was a flame, a crimson flame.
It was extraordinarily vivid.
Yet it made Su Ping retreat almost instinctively, wanting to avoid it.
And he was not the only one to act.
A solid wall of rock appeared directly before Su Ping, standing between him and