White-Robed Person, Primordial Chaos Buddha

Dark clouds surged as the world was suppressed.

The wasteland was endless.

Han Tuo and Yi Tian were in a pile of rubble. The two of them were in a very dispirited state and were meditating to heal their injuries.

Yi Tian opened his eyes and asked, "Where do you think we are? The Connate Qi here is extremely surging, but along the way, we rarely see living beings, and it doesn't seem like a small world."

Han Tuo opened his eyes and said, "I'm not sure, either. I'm still thinking about how we could escape. Don't you think it was too easy? It's as if someone led us here."

Yi Tian frowned. Something was wrong.

"Be careful. We'll move in another four hours. I feel like something's watching us," Han Tuo said softly as he glanced at a small flag beside him. This was his Dharma treasure that could detect the approach of evil spirits.

Yi Tian took a deep breath. Because Han Tuo was here, he did not panic.