A month later, in the Abyss sect, Sacred King Nether River stood silently in front of the spatial passage with a solemn expression.
Not long after, the spatial passage lit up with a few rays of light. Soon after, ten people crossed over and appeared in front of him.
The leader was Qing Xuanming, who had gone to the Abyss world to cultivate for more than a year.
At this moment, he was wearing a long black and gold robe, and his expression was cold. Compared to his scholarly demeanor from more than a year ago, his temperament had changed a lot.
Seeing Qing xuanming like this, sacred king Nether River nodded and revealed a satisfied smile.
Then, he looked at the others. Two of the ten or so young prodigies from the true spirit world who had followed Qing Xuanming into the Abyss world more than a year ago were among them.
As for the others, they must have died in the Abyss world.