When Feng Xue opened her huge mouth and tore the hole as big as a bowl into a size that could be hugged by four people, enough for her to pass through, the four of them rushed out from the gap above the death ground, and until they entered the dark space, there was still a bit of disbelief in their hearts.

Among them, Luo Jiujiang's psychological fluctuations were the most serious - he had just made arrangements step by step with confidence, but in fact, before his "Splitting Dome" actually landed on the boundary membrane, the probability of tearing the sky apart was only 50-50.

After all, this was a new move he had devised. Although it contained a new understanding honed through adversity, without any practice, it was just a nascent embryo. However, Luo Jiujiang resolutely activated this move, not only because he was surrounded by enemies, but also because he felt he could.

While thinking this, Luo Jiujiang clenched his hands. He recalled the special feeling when the white light broke through the thick and tough membrane - it had nothing to do with the feel, nor with his cultivation. At the moment when the posture was stretched to the extreme, he felt as if he had touched some origin.

A certain essence that can only be understood but not expressed in words has left a mark in Luo Jiujiang's heart.

The moment they leaped from the gaping hole Feng Xue had devoured and torn open, all four of them turned to look back, even Feng Xue, who had a mouthful of boundary membrane. Four pairs of eyes reflected the wreckage of the world, ripped and shattered by the influx of time and space. They saw countless white snowflakes and red Taotie phantoms, annihilated in the pitch-black turbulence of space, no more noticeable than dust.

The frosted trees, the snowy plains, the underground palace hidden beneath the white snow, and even the countless gluttons that had filled the mountains and plains when they broke through the boundary—all of them were gone. Luo Jiujiang heard Xie Chuncan's cry that sounded like laughter and tears, then he pulled back and tore off a bag and threw it into the world that hadn't yet completely disintegrated.

The bag came loose midway, swirling into the turbulent water, spilling a stream of red, green, and yellow cards. Luo Jiujiang recognized them immediately; they were the cards planted beneath the skin by the people of the Death Land, used to stake their lives on items.

"One more piece missing." Xie Chuncan said through gritted teeth. He pulled out a feather arrow with his right hand and scratched the side of his neck without even looking. In the blink of an eye, he had pulled out the bright orange sign that was still stuck with flesh and blood. He threw the sign far away and let out a long sigh of relief.

From now on, those who are dead will return to death, and those who are born again will return to the new life.

The four of them streaked across the pitch-black space between realms like meteors. Blood was still flowing from Feng Xue's broad back. Xiao Ren was a little worried and wanted to sit up straight to take a look. Luo Jiujiang noticed her movements and quickly pushed her back to a lying position.

"Don't worry, I'm watching."

After slashing through the barrier, the spiritual energy in his meridians had been practically drained. His mind, stretched to its limit, felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him the moment he relaxed. He'd been so exhausted he could have passed out, but he'd forced himself to persevere until now, carefully guarding his final shift.

After all, among the four, only Luo Jiujiang had experience traveling through space, and that experience left him with a sense of extreme danger. If something unexpected were to happen, a moment or two of calm could mean the difference between life and death.

He was like a fully drawn bow, not daring to miss even the slightest movement. However, this spatial journey was unusually smooth, and even until the Taotie pounced into a new world covered in lush green grass, they encountered no accidents.

Perhaps I was one of the few unlucky ones the first time, Luo Jiujiang thought self-deprecatingly. Almost the moment Taotie landed, his eyelids gave way, his mind clouded, and he felt drowsy. Just before he fell into a deep sleep, a fragmented thought flashed through his mind—as if someone was escorting him, the space flowing around him remained steady this time, so steady it was almost gentle.

Beneath them lay a vast expanse of fragrant grass, beside which lay a gurgling stream. They threw themselves upon the grass with almost no manners, stretching their limbs, and were almost asleep as soon as their heads touched the grass.

The nerves that had been tense ever since Hua Biliu arrived were finally able to relax. For a long time, they were filled with grief and anger, trying their best to escape. They faced endless situations and unexpected events that made them extremely anxious... But now, they were finally safe.

They finally got away from that damn place.

It was like travelers who had finally found their home after a long journey. The four of them huddled together, heads touching heads, shoulders touching shoulders, arms pressing against arms. They didn't need soft pillows or warm quilts, and they all snored soundly in their sleep.

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When Feng Xue woke up, Xiao Ren also opened his eyes, but the two boys were still sleeping.

She gently pushed Xie Chuncan's head away from her shoulder, and she and Xiao Ren supported each other to stand up. Only now had they carefully examined this new world: they had previously laid on a meadow in the woods. The scenery here was beautiful and the climate was pleasant, but the spiritual energy was thin. They guessed that this world was not too big—at least not as big as the Death Realm.

Feng Xue's movements affected the wounds on her back. Besides the claw wounds she'd received from the fight with the giant Taotie, Xie Chuncan had also inflicted several more when he'd smeared Luo Jiujiang's blood all over her body. Several of the wounds on her back were too deep, and after some effort, they had healed. Xie Chuncan and Xiao Ren couldn't touch them again. Xie Chuncan was a seasoned expert at bleeding minor wounds, so he took it upon himself to inflict a few blows on her.

It seems that there are living creatures in this dense forest, but the four of them are all stained with Fengxue's Taotie blood. The pressure brought by the race forces the surrounding creatures to retreat, allowing the four of them to have a good sleep.

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