The light fog tumbled, suffused with a peaceful aura.
The colorful clouds surged, the primal chaos raced.
Ye Hanjun once again lost all conception of time.
However, Xuxuan's "Spatial Folding" was exceedingly stable.
Gradually, his mind calmed, focusing on the wait for the spellcasting to conclude.
"Rip!"
When a bright light tore through his vision, like dawn breaking the night, a boiling ancient life force fiercely stabbed into his brow.
Ye Hanjun was jolted awake, looking around with raising eyebrows as the spatial rift behind him closed.
In front of him, a place resembling the entrance to a cave, turbid mists kept emerging, brushing his skin, alternating between scorching like fire and chilling like ice, very peculiar indeed.
"Xuxuan has attained the path of the Demigod and brings friends back to the ancestral land; please, Time Drum, lift the seal!"
The Space Magic Carpet transmitted psychic waves towards the cave entrance.
