Then, with a wave of his long sleeves, his body gradually became faint, and finally disappeared without a trace.
...
One day, two years later.
In a place thousands of miles away from the Heavenly Burial Plain, a patch of dense white fog suddenly surged violently, and then a middle-aged robust man covered in blood suddenly emerged from the mist.
After the middle-aged man flew out, three young people in armor followed suit, all three covered in wounds, their armor battered almost beyond repair, seemingly close to being scrapped.
