The tremor of the space channel became increasingly obvious, and those monsters once filling the space sensed the danger. Just like they came silently, they now fled cleanly. They have their instincts, knowing that where the channel leads is not a place for them, so they slink away.
A hundred cultivators remained, each with a complex expression—have they gained something, or lost? No one knows.
They wait for the channel to fully open, not daring to act recklessly, fearing sudden accidents. After enduring sixty years of hardship, these remaining individuals finally reached their goal and are about to enter the Jinxiu Continent.
Hou Niao stood calmly in an inconspicuous spot, gazing indifferently at it all, including those full of anticipation. They quickly forgot the companions who bravely stood out, even wearing mocking expressions.
Reaching into his bosom, he found a storage ring containing a sword scabbard and a letter with Yue Duo's familiar tone.
