"As I said, we all belong to Daoist Lu Yao's group."
No one spoke.
"Alright, because the era we are going to is fake."
"Of course we know it's fake!"
White Bone Demon Ancestor spoke impatiently.
Zheng Fa also agreed in his heart. Frankly speaking, what they were entering was a memory slice of the Fusang Wood, not truly returning to ancient times.
"The Fusang Wood has already fallen, and now the space-time is extremely fragile."
"..."
White Bone Demon Ancestor paused, then understood: "It cannot withstand the aftereffects of duels?"
"Precisely."
No wonder this Creation Taoist called for a cessation of dueling upon meeting.
According to this explanation, if they were to casually fight, it would easily shatter this illusionary space-time, causing everyone to lose this opportunity.
Creation Taoist shook his horsetail whisk, his gaze sweeping across everyone's face: "I wonder what you all think?"
