The vortex in the sky slowly dissipated.
What followed was a pitch-black, seemingly rotating space portal.
No surprise, this was the passage out of this small realm.
Lu Qingshan deeply concealed his killing intent within his heart, his expression returning to one of calm serenity.
He ascended into the air, silently stepping into that space portal.
As his figure disappeared within, the space portal closed abruptly like a giant bloody mouth, vanishing without a trace.
This vast small realm returned to tranquility, with clouds slowly flowing again.
......
"Back again."
Inside the ancient temple, Lu Qingshan's figure flickered into appearance.
"Brother Lu..." Mo Yan, who had been waiting for some time, showed a relieved expression upon seeing Lu Qingshan appear, quickly asking, "Is there anything to report?"
"I've got what I wanted..." The situation was complex, and even Lu Qingshan himself hadn't fully grasped it.
