The river of stars rolled on.
Four Symbols Aligning with Heaven.
Four immense figures-the Dragon, Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise-stood at the four corners of the sky.
Beneath the exquisite, silent, glasslike starry night, Zhao Feng stared blankly at Wang Ba's solitary figure as he flew toward the heavens, leaving the others behind.
His heart grew heavy.
He could vaguely sense that his junior fellow disciple seemed to be walking alone in a direction no one in the Little Cang Realm had taken in countless tens of thousands of years.
He did not know whether that direction led into an abyss or toward the dawn.
But he knew that, given his junior fellow disciple's temperament, daring to make this choice must have followed countless rounds of deliberation, and a decision so painful that it had finally hardened his resolve.
He let out a quiet sigh.
Then, not daring to delay, he immediately urged the Myriad Phenomena Sect's cultivators and the Tribulation-Crossing Treasure Raft toward the Daoist Grounds.
"Deputy Sect Master, do you need me to accompany you?"
Halfway through the air, Wang Ba paused slightly.
Patriarch Hui Yunzi stood silently before him in moon-white robes, his expression as indifferent as ever.
At the sight of him, warmth stirred in Wang Ba's heart. Then he gently shook his head.
"I appreciate your kindness, Patriarch, but there is no need... By the way, the World Eaters around the realm have now been cleared away. You can take this opportunity to leave this realm and attempt the Ascension Tribulation."
"The rules within the realm are in disorder now, so the tribulation lightning should not intensify as it did before. Still, to be safe, outside the realm would be more secure."
Hearing this, Patriarch Hui Yunzi fell silent for a breath before