The number in Mo Wuji’s hand was 3; he was the third to walk into the transfer array.
When the transfer array was full, the faint gold light started rotating, the space around them started to become a blur.
After some unknown time, Mo Wuji felt the ground beneath him; he knew that they have arrived.
Mo Wuji swept his spiritual will outwards; he soon discovered that they were in a patch of wilderness, and the spiritual energy here was extremely rich.
In front of him, space was corrugated; Mo Wuji tried to penetrate it with his spiritual will only to be blocked. From the looks of it, the third level of the Broken World should be behind these spatial corrugations. It was just that the third level hadn’t opened yet.
Soon, Mo Wuji discovered that the other cultivators that got transferred with him had a fixed position, and he was right at the front.
