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Fang Wang followed the cultivators into the waterfall; Xiao Zi in his arms shivered, uncertain if it was due to fear or excitement.
Passing through the waterfall's waters, a blinding light shone into Fang Wang's eyes. The long-lost sensation appeared once again; he couldn't move at all, unable to open his eyes or extend his spiritual sense.
After three breaths, Fang Wang regained his senses and immediately opened his eyes. What entered his view was a vast blue sky, surrounded by the figures of cultivators.
Unlike in the Great Saint's Grotto-Heaven, they hadn't scattered after entering but remained clustered together.
Fang Wang turned his head and saw a splendid array of rainbow light hovering high behind him, resembling a portal, with a steady stream of cultivators flying out from it.
He glanced only once before immediately stepping on his flying sword and speeding off into the distance.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the horizon.