"Master..."
A faint and ethereal voice quietly echoed in the depths of Xiao Mo's heart.
Xiao Mo was slightly taken aback. He subconsciously looked down, but saw nothing except for a narrow tear in the seal.
The pitch-black abyss seemed to be swallowing everything.
'An auditory hallucination?' Xiao Mo frowned, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.
Logically speaking, at his current Realm, he should have been able to tell clearly whether or not he was hearing things.
But that call just now had left him momentarily dazed, unable to distinguish if it was real or false.
"I say, Elder Xiao, it's time for us to get moving."
Jin'an walked up to Xiao Mo's side, a smile on his face as he spoke.
At the same time, a great number of Cultivators were already scrambling to leap from the sky, pouring recklessly into the Yuzhu Secret Realm as if their lives depended on it.
"Let's go." Xiao Mo nodded, and then, along with the few people by his side, plummeted toward the gloomy abyss.
