In the boundless starry sky, Yu Wentong was enveloped by a fierce orb of light, heading towards the depths of the starry sky.
The vastness and grandeur of spiritual power wrapped Yu Wentong tightly, allowing her some freedom within a defined space, but escaping from the orb was nothing more than wishful thinking.
At this moment, Yu Wentong seemed like a goldfish covered by a transparent glass tank, being transported to unknown distances.
However, her expression was rather calm.
Yu Wentong looked through the orb at the seemingly eternal and unchanging desolate starry sky outside.
She closed her eyes.
In her spiritual awareness, she sensed the unique marks she planted on Lu Yuan and the Gugu Bird were rapidly moving away from her.
She herself was quickly leaving the original patch of starry sky.
In a blink of an eye, she could almost no longer sense it.
Yu Wentong remained silent, her eyes held a faint shimmer, seemingly still pondering the correctness of her decision.
