Rolling star river.
Four Symbols reach the sky.
The towering figures of Dragon, Tiger, Sparrow, and Turtle stand at the four corners of the sky dome.
Under the exquisitely serene starry night like crystal, Zhao Feng stared dazedly at Wang Ba, who flew alone towards the sky dome, departing from the group.
His heart was heavy for a moment.
He could vaguely sense that his Junior Brother seemed to be walking alone in a direction within the Little Cang World that had not existed for countless tens of thousands of years.
He didn't know whether this direction led to an abyss or towards dawn.
But he knew that for his Junior Brother to make this choice, it must have been after countless contemplations and one decision made in profound pain.
He sighed softly.
Without further hesitation, he immediately urged the cultivators of the Wanxiang Sect and the Tribulation Crossing Raft to fly towards the Taoist Field.
...
"Deputy Sect Master, do you need me to accompany you?"
