Leaving the World in the Painting

"Venerable Senior, will we still be able to cultivate within this World in the Painting?"

After the lively shouts subsided, someone looked at Li Baimei and asked her a question.

The previously noisy sounds seemed to have been suddenly paused.

Everyone stopped talking about the matter and turned to look at Li Baimei.

Despite what happened, they didn't stay in this World in the Painting for very long.

As for cultivation, that's a joke. Since entering this World in the Painting, very few people have had time to cultivate.

Facing the attention of the crowd, Li Baimei frowned secretly.

He has absolutely no right to decide such a thing.

The World in the Painting is under the control of the Artifact Spirit named A Luo is in turn under the control of that senior.

As for himself, he had absolutely nothing to say about this matter, and in fact, he couldn't afford to say anything recklessly right now.

If things don't go as planned by that senior, it will inevitably arouse suspicion among these people.

Having expended so much effort to establish this person, how could I allow some trivial matters to affect it?

However, despite his thoughts, Li Baimei was still somewhat undecided at this moment.

After all, not speaking doesn't seem like an option either.

Just as Li Baimei was stubbornly blocking everything, Lu Changzhi's voice rang in his ears.

"Let's all go."

The words were simple, only three words, yet they were like heavenly music.

At that moment, Li Baimei's gaze swept over everyone present.

In an instant, the authority of the leader of a force that had gradually disappeared since the incident of the Emperor Road was finally restored.

Before Li Baimei could speak, the world fell silent.

Once his voice rang out, no one else made a sound.

"You must have gained some insights from your exchange just now. This World in the Painting is not a suitable place for enlightenment."

As soon as the words were spoken, a sound rang out.

"Since Your Excellency has spoken thus, we will naturally follow your wishes."

Someone took the lead, and immediately another chorus of voices rang out.

Li Baimei looked at A Luo, whose expression was calm. After a moment, she nodded slightly and then raised her hand and waved.

Brush--

A surge of energy suddenly emanated from the World in the Painting.

Everyone felt a sudden tightness in their bodies, and the scene before their eyes blurred. When they looked again, the world was no longer just gray in different shades; it had gained color.

"You just came out like that? I really didn't expect that."

Some people took a deep breath, their faces filled with emotion.

Some people had complicated expressions, revealing their helplessness.

"Damn it, I finally got a chance to go to this World in the Painting, and not only did I miss out on the opportunities and benefits, I didn't even get a chance to cultivate."

As everyone pondered this, surprised voices rang out from all around, and figures stopped their cultivation and turned to look at the group of people who had emerged from the World in the Painting.

"What happened? Why are you out now?"

"Isn't the World in the Painting supposed to last a long time each time? Why is it so short this time?"

"Strange, is it over already?"

As people wondered what was happening, figures began to rush towards them, and a lively exchange of information ensued.

When the events unfolding in the World in the Painting become known to the various factions waiting outside, the first reaction of most is one of skepticism.

But when they saw that almost everyone who came out was saying the same thing, countless eyes immediately turned to the group from the Huaxia Sect.

In an instant, Li Baimei became the undisputed focus of attention.

However, for those powerful individuals who had not witnessed what happened in the World in the Painting, it was truly difficult to associate Li Baimei with the person of astonishing strength who controlled the Power of Time.

At this moment, although Li Baimei was wearing an artifact to conceal his aura, it was not difficult for these veteran experts to see through him.

Furthermore, based on their experience, the aura of this so-called "Venerable Baimei" was merely the limit that those backward regions could achieve.

In other words, the other party is the type of person whose strength has a limit.

But considering what the people from the other world had said about how the other person particularly enjoyed spending time playing pranks, everyone had their own guesses.

The way they're displaying these days suggests they might have some ulterior motive.

After all, that's the Power of Time.

With the Power of Time at our disposal, no one can say for sure what we can do with it.

But its mystery and power are self-evident.

With such immense power in the hands of someone of such ability, what difference is there between this and a child holding gold?

Aside from intentionally luring some brainless people into making a move, they couldn't think of any other possibility.

Let's go.

After standing still for a moment, Li Baimei looked at the group of people from the Huaxia Sect.

Immediately after he finished speaking, members of the Huaxia Sect began to construct the formation.

A moment later, all the members of the Huaxia Sect disappeared from the scene.

As Li Baimei and his group departed, several figures remained on the field, maintaining a respectful distance, yet their gazes met.

A moment later, a sigh escaped his lips.

"Even a centipede, though dead, does not fall down; this Huaxia Sect is truly extraordinary."

Many people stared at the place where the entrance to the World in the Painting had appeared for a long time before gently shaking their heads and saying.

"Now that the World in the Painting has been acquired by the Huaxia Sect, it seems that other forces will have no chance to enter and cultivate World in the Painting it in the future."

Not long after, people from all sides began to leave the place.

While this event was incredibly shocking and impactful for them, there was practically nothing they could do about it.

As for the potential impact, for the vast majority of them, it's not something they need to worry about.

Tai Clan.

Upon receiving the news, Tai Jiuling immediately frowned.

With a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

When they reappeared, they were in a large hall.

Upon entering, he found that many people were already there, and many eyes were looking at him.

Tai Jiuling glanced at the group of people who had emerged from the World in the Painting and asked.

"Who killed him? That junior member of the Jiang Clan?"

One of the people spoke up in response.

"That's quite possible, but that junior member of the Jiang Clan is already dead."

Tai Jiuling opened his mouth, about to speak.

A voice came from not far away.

"Don't rush to ask about these things. Take some time to process them."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light flew directly towards Tai Jiuling.

Tai Jiuling caught him, and in an instant, he learned what the younger members of the Tai Clan had just said.

"Power of Time? How could it possibly appear in a place like this?"

Tai Jiuling murmured softly.

After a short while, he snapped out of his thoughts, looked at the younger members of the Tai Clan, and asked.

"Did any of the younger members of the Jiang Clan see him emerge from the secret realm?"