As soon as he finished speaking, he woke up in a flash and found that the surrounding environment had changed greatly. The original sacred land of cultivation was now in ruins.
The lake had dried up, the spiritual trees had rotted, and the spiritual herbs had withered. It was as if many, many years had passed.
"I'm... How long have I been in a closed-door cultivation?"
Lin Mo mumbled as he looked at his surroundings. The Yin Yang Fruit was a world treasure. Could it be that tens of thousands of years had passed in the outside world...
He sent his soul out and found Mao Zhu and the others.
They had scattered in all directions, trying to find a way out of the system space.
However, how could the exit of an Emperor-level Small World be found so easily?
Lin Mo teleported the three of them to his side.
