South of Kunlun City, a faint ripple from a Secret Realm spread out, and the prone figures of several hundred people gradually materialized.
'I'm back already?'
Standing alone, the flame on the pebble in Jiang Qiu's left hand—infused with the Fiery Flame Spirit Charm—gradually died down, its light slowly dimming. The fingers of his right hand dug into the pale belly of a small toad. He squeezed hard. "Why has the purple mist dissipated?"
He looked up. Thick clouds covered tens of thousands of miles of sky, and the world grew as dark as if night were about to fall.
The ruins of buildings stretched in every direction. Spiderwebs spanned the streets overhead, and the alleys on all four sides were shrouded in Spider Silk. A few small, purple-black spiders crawled onto an upturned stone slab, their eight ghostly green eyes staring at Jiang Qiu like eerie lights.
