"Of course, that's the Power of Space. You should think about it, what kind of cultivation is needed to involve the Power of Space in this world?" The Great Freedom Celestial Demon murmured beside him, "Let's go back. This space passage will probably take more than a month to stabilize. Staying here any longer is just a waste of time."
Zhang Chen nodded, agreeing with the Great Freedom Celestial Demon's words, realizing he should return to Huangli Temple as dawn was near.
Zhang Chen transformed into a water mist, sneaking back to the Daoist Temple unnoticed, and saw that the cries and clashes had gradually subsided within the temple. The black-clad attackers were also starting to retreat in an orderly manner.
