Moon Gazing Island's outskirts.
Everyone watched Zhao Wuji flee in disarray, utterly dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they had seen him enter the outer edge of the mist. Then he had suddenly begun dancing and shrieking wildly, his behavior bordering on madness.
Young Master Zhao's once noble image had vanished without a trace, replaced by a thoroughly disgraceful spectacle.
They turned their gazes toward the pink mist again, their eyes filled with deep dread and fear.
"What... what exactly is this?"
"Could Moon Gazing Island have already been swallowed by this fog?"
Zhao Wuji also wore a lingering look of fear. "What an eerie illusion fog. It can actually create such a perilous illusion realm."
"If it hadn't been for the life-saving treasure talisman bestowed by the ancestor, I probably would have fallen here."
"That Qin fellow truly isn't as simple as he looks."
Having experienced the terrifying power of the Mist Illusion Realm, Zhao Wuji knew he could never force his way through it. He straightened his appearance, then left with everyone in tow, his face dark.
On Moon Gazing Island.
Qin Ming had long since noticed what was happening outside.
He flew into the air and beckoned with one hand. Two Blood Orbs shot out from the Mist Illusion Realm and landed precisely in his palm.
Then, with a sweep of his divine sense over the corpses of the two Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, their two Storage Bags also went into his pocket.
"You got lucky, Young Master Zhao." Qin Ming stood where he was, watching Zhao Wuji's group flee in panic, and thought to himself.
He then returned to the island and tossed the two Blood Orbs to his Natal Spirit Plant, the Longevity Vine.
The black vines danced through the air, absorbing the Blood Orbs completely and