Gu Shi Yi raised her head to look around, only to see the sky above with a rising morning sun, its rays blazing hot. The whistling wind swept in, carrying fine yellow sand. Beneath their feet were dark rocks, situated still at the gap of the Heavenly Corpse Ridge, and in the distance lay an endless desert,
Where have they been teleported to?
Why are they still standing in the same place? Could it be that the Array malfunctioned?
Many shared Gu Shi Yi's thoughts, so some flew into the air to check if the cave chambers carved by the Chiyang Sect on the mountainside were still there, only to find nothing, thus realizing,
"We have indeed been teleported!"
Gu Shi Yi exchanged a glance with Wang Wanli and the other two, and the four unobtrusively moved to the side. Gu Shi Yi whispered in a low voice,
"I didn't speak earlier, but I suspect they might have known for a long time that the Drought wasn't completely dead here, and they wanted to extract the magical treasure, so…"
