"Some strange fragments appeared in my recent memories. I saw the figure of Master Ning Jie a hundred thousand years ago, so I guess he must have been trapped in the past a hundred thousand years."
Saint Yaoguang's tone was firm, but in this quiet room it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.
When the girls heard this, they were all surprised.
Traveled back to a time point one hundred thousand years ago!
This...how is this possible?
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and worry.
Taoist Alliance leader Chu Miaohan gently stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand, his eyes deep and wise, as if he could see through everything.
After a moment's thought, she said:
"She wasn't lying. I'm afraid Ning Que must have entered Wu Jin's space-time formation, and was accidentally transported back a hundred thousand years. This kind of space-time power is mysterious and unpredictable. If you're not careful, you could be doomed."
Her words made everyone feel nervous and worried about Ning Jie's safety.
For a moment, the room fell silent, with only the slightly rapid breathing of the crowd echoing in the air.
Everyone was trying hard to think of a way to rescue Ning Jie, but the time and space formation was too mysterious and they all felt they had no idea where to start.
Everyone began to discuss the matter one after another.
Although Chu Miaohan is knowledgeable, he knows very little about time and space formations.
She frowned, her heart filled with helplessness. She knew very well that the power of time and space could not be easily resisted. If she acted forcefully, it might bring greater danger to Ning Jie.
At this moment, a soft sound of footsteps was heard. The footsteps seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings, and everyone's eyes were involuntarily cast towards the door.
I saw a young girl walking slowly towards me.
The girl was wearing a light green long dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, making her look like a fairy descending to earth.
She has a beautiful face, skin whiter than snow, eyebrows as dark as distant ink, eyes as clear as lake water, deep and bright, and she exudes a mysterious aura, which is the unique temperament of the Nuwa clan, as if she has some special connection with the heaven, earth and nature.
If Ning Jie were here, he would be able to recognize that this girl is Ling'er, a descendant of the Nuwa clan.
Ling'er looked at everyone and spoke softly.
"I might have a solution."
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