The boundless white mist was swept by a fierce gust of wind from an unknown direction, scouring the vast Immortal Forbidden Land over and over.
The scattered Bone Seeds remained immobile amidst the white mist, as if enduring for a thousand years, ten thousand years, millions of years...
On top of one gigantic Bone Seed.
The form of the Double-Pupil Taoist stood motionless like a corpse on the smooth surface of the Bone Seed, staring blankly at the black Domain that was fine just monts ago.
Now it had beco shattered and desolate, a piteous ss.
He watched helplessly as ’Ye Cangsheng’ invoked a treasure, deflecting the few attacks he could muster in this place and ti.
He watched helplessly as that great bird and the Domain were drawn into the Boundary Sea Vortex he painstakingly arranged and hid for a long ti, originally ant for his escape post-reincarnation...
It was an especially unreal, illusory feeling.
It was as if he was suddenly detached from this world.
Though he had stayed here for countless tens of thousands of years, for so reason, at this mont, everything here felt particularly unfamiliar.
In a daze, it seed to him that the Bone Seed at his feet and the surrounding ’Stars’ connected into a line, like a human skeleton, and he saw the vast white mist enveloping these skeletons, vaguely human-shaped, hovering above that Boundary Sea Vortex, high and aloof, overlooking him...
Until the ape and mother body fell in, and the Boundary Sea Vortex he painstakingly set up halted its rotation bit by bit, finally vanishing silently into the white mist.
He seed to see the grand entity ford by the white mist and Bone Seeds also disappear into the Boundary Sea Vortex at that mont...
A sudden shock in his heart!
Like being retrieved from an abyss with no bottom, he suddenly awakened, looking around.
Still, the boundless white mist, still the Bone Seeds that appeared like Stars.
They might disappear soon, or perhaps exist here for a millennium, ten millennia, millions of years...
He stood there, in a daze.
Only knowing, what he saw earlier was like a great dream.
"So, it was just an illusion..."
The Double-Pupil Taoist muttered softly.
Sowhat lost, sowhat bewildered, yet inexplicably relieved.
Like a thief hiding in a house, hearing approaching footsteps, only to realize the footsteps were just a gust of wind outside, tapping at the window.
In his heart, at this mont, was absent the anger, pain, and despair after exhausting all efforts and ultimately failing.
Perhaps it was there, but these emotions might have long been subrged in countless years of reflection, attempts, and failures, this ti being just another failure, and nothing more.
There were fluctuations, but it had beco too accustod to them.
"Try again."
He said to himself inwardly.
Although it’s difficult, hasn’t he made it through these years bit by bit like this?
Who truly has everything from the start?
Oh, those Innate Divine Demons seem to be like that, but when they possess, they also seem to lose everything simultaneously.
Thinking of the Six-fingered Divine Demon ’Yu’ who would rather die for a chance to reincarnate and seek the Dao, and those Innate Divine Demons he tricked in the past, a sense of pity arose in his heart.
Even the reasons for being deceived were identical.
Gain and loss, who can really make sense of it?
"Let’s start anew, this ti I’ll think it over carefully, should I go out and find so hands first, or build the reincarnation container first..."
These thoughts in his mind made him feel increasingly at ease.
He faintly sensed a trace of joy in his heart, which made him unable to discern whether he was eager to leave here or enjoying the process of leaving here.
"Perhaps, one always needs sothing to do."
He consoled himself thus.
Until he turned around.
In the depths of the gradually calming white mist, countless figures stood there silently, many Double Pupils quietly gazing at him.
Hollow and unfamiliar.
The Double-Pupil Taoist suddenly stood dazed.
Bewildered, astonished, puzzled, then finally a smile of realization and relief...
...
"Whew—"
Wang Ba exhaled deeply.
Then finally opened his eyes.
Looking up, beneath the dim void, a mighty and imposing figure stood before him, with a look of concern.
Settling his mind, he spoke:
"Master."
"Dear disciple, how are you now?"
Yao Wudi asked hastily with visible joy in his eyes.
Wang Ba felt his own Primordial Spirit and physical body, then glanced at the Golden Pattern bracelet covered with cracks on his wrist, and a rare wry smile appeared on his face:
"Barely operational."
It could only be barely operational, as the body at the Void Refining stage was almost collapsed, the Primordial Spirit was on the verge of shattering, and the Spiritual Sense could hardly depart.
Even the Dragon Elephant Dao Soldier suffered significant damage.
His previous whimsical plan resulted in successfully blocking the Double-Pupil Taoist’s final strike with the Treasure Basin of Immortal Essence, but such potent power generated by so many Divine Skills and Spells was not sothing he, rely a Cultivator of a Class IV Staged Dao Domain, could withstand, even with the Treasure Basin of Immortal Essence as a shield.
The fact that he didn’t die on the spot could only be attributed to the fortune of having Fanming nearby to share the injury.
But none of this mattered; in such dire straits, just being able to escape was an imnse blessing.
"I’ll return within the Little Cang World now and leave the Domain Origin for your recovery."
Yao Wudi spoke decisively and straightforwardly, and even before his words fell, his lower body began to quickly fade into the Realm mbrane below.
"No."
Wang Ba hurriedly stopped Yao Wudi.
Simultaneously, he glanced around, frowning slightly:
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