They knew that the domain radiated by Yujing was too vast, boundless and endless, and even if they opened a Void Tunnel, it might not be enough to escape its scope.
One of the strongest Ancestor Masters of Esoteric Buddhism, "The Immortal," spoke: "We are somewhat lost. When will the dense fog disperse? When will the long night end? How should we proceed on our path?"
Mu Qinghe's expression was solemn, and she said, "Yujing is adrift in the void, its path unknown."
She responded, her voice low, "The night is boundless, and the fog is difficult to disperse. For everyone, it's like an impenetrable black curtain, with even Yujing trapped within."
A group of Ancestor Masters, with heavy expressions, listened to her whisper, always feeling that the world was a makeshift theater troupe, with mysteries and horrors like Yujing shrouded in Night Fog.
"Could it be that the beings within Yujing also do not know the truth?" Sun Taichu questioned.
"It's possible," Mu Qinghe nodded.
