Ling Chuxi and the rest indeed felt a bit dizzy, but it was only momentary. Very quickly, everything returned to normal. To their surprise, when their vision cleared, the scene before them had changed drastically.
There was a towering ancient tree before them, a bright blue sky, white clouds, and birds chirping sweetly. The air was clean, and the peaceful environment was refreshing, as different from their hometown as heaven and earth. The remaining Su family disciples appeared behind them, having been transported over swiftly.
Su Yizhi looked around and said solemnly, "This is the Sacred Realm of the Sects." There was longing, sadness, and anticipation in his tone. His return this time was different—they were taking the first step towards rebuilding the Golden Pill Sect!
"This place seems a little different," Ling Yichen said, exhaling deeply.
