The disciples of the Creation Sect were extremely anxious.
Their journey had been a narrow escape from death multiple times, and even Zu Xiuyun sacrificed herself to create a closed time loop for cultivation.
No one wanted all their efforts to become meaningless.
A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
Hiding underground, they had long forgotten the situation outside.
Suddenly.
A sound like shattering glass came from above the Immortal Realm, the flow of time became chaotic, and the Three Taoist Ancestors emitted restless murmurs.
"Li Mo..."
Tian Changwen gasped, the narrow tunnel was pitch-black.
Unexpectedly, the source of the cataclysm was about to descend, signaling they had reached the end of disaster, facing either life or death.
"Uh."
Li Mo let out a muffled groan, emerging from the extremely chaotic timeline.
