This land exudes a strong sense of profound history, as if the ancient forest has drifted through the river of time and been left behind in the mortal world. Wisps of smoke and mist billow out from deep within the forest, while echoing drum beats resound in the air.

Just when everyone was preparing to wait and observe without taking any action, one person suddenly moved ahead of them and made a move on that bird that stood out. With a "swish," he dashed forward and, in the end, turned around with a smug look at everyone. On his dark, short, and rough face, his features were fierce and menacing, with his eyebrows raised and eyes slanted, giving off a horrifying expression that was further accentuated by a trace of malicious satisfaction.

"The disciple of the Poison Sect, Daozi — Scorpion Tiger," someone in the crowd cautiously revealed the origin of the person who was running away.

As soon as this name was mentioned, many people's expressions changed. This Scorpion Tiger is quite a formidable character. It is rumored that when he was three years old, he was bitten by the Scorpion King and narrowly escaped death. Since then, he has been carrying a deadly poison. Later, by some stroke of luck, he tamed a young White Tiger King. White tigers are already rare, and those who can cultivate into kings are even rarer. It goes without saying how precious a young White Tiger King cub is. Therefore, this Scorpion Tiger was taken away by someone from the Poison Sect and designated as an heir. After he made his debut, every time he appeared, chaos and carnage ensued, leaving rivers of blood and no survivors in his wake. His reputation in the cultivation realm is extremely poor.

Although he is so famous, very few people have actually seen his true appearance. Upon hearing his name, many people craned their necks to catch a glimpse. As expected, he had an ugly heart and an unpleasant face.

"In the corner of the crowd, two people dressed in white quietly asked in a low voice, 'Boss, should we take action?'"

Yes, now that the crowd's attention has been diverted, and as long as someone makes a move and stands out, naturally, others will be tempted to follow. This moment is also a rare opportunity to act. Just as long as we don't attract anyone else's attention."

After a brief conversation, the two of them stood still in their original spots, coldly watching the restless crowd.

Many people have already clandestinely practiced their own secret techniques, while even more people are already planning to take advantage of the situation and make a hasty retreat.

"Just now, let's go." The two people in white blended into the crowd of people eager to leave, without attracting anyone's attention.

"Ruyizi, why haven't you left yet?" Hua Yuhan looked at the departure of the large number of troops with an angry expression, and glared fiercely at the composed Ruyizi. If he didn't know what would happen after Ruyizi left, that scorpion tiger person wouldn't qualify to be the first to leave. Not only did he steal the limelight, but maybe he would also snatch away the inheritance of the Southern Barbarian Emperor. How infuriating.

"What are you panicking about? Let's just go," Ru Yizi said, then leisurely started walking away.

"You need to hurry up, we're too slow!" Hua Yuhàn was impatient and detested slow people like Ru Yizi the most. Seeing Ru Yizi's leisurely pace, she wished she could take a whip and make Ru Yizi run faster.

"Haha, alright, alright." Ruyizi had always been calm and composed, preferring to take things slow and steady. He had a deep aversion to people rushing and panicking while doing things. However, seeing Huayuhan in such a hurry now, he couldn't help but find it quite amusing.

However, at this moment, Bai Yi may be in the same world of light as everyone else, but he is not in the same space. The Great Emperor is merciful, giving those who die in his territory a chance to be reborn. The flow of time in the two spaces has also undergone changes.

After such a delay, it seemed like countless years had passed in Bai Yi's world.

Bai Yi drifted in the desert of time like this, longing to find a camel that belonged to him. Fortunately, he was currently in a spiritual form, without hunger or thirst, and his body wouldn't feel sleepy. However, how could he eliminate the exhaustion of his soul? In this drifting in the desert, it was not completely without gains. Bai Yi encountered a lonely camel with a strong physique and a healthy coat. Among camels, it belonged to the top grade. However... Bai Yi couldn't see the spirit in its eyes, couldn't see its soul. It was just a tool, not what Bai Yi desired.

There are many things about the desert that Bai Yi doesn't know. Anyway, at this moment, he has only encountered his second camel. This camel is a bit small and is looking at Bai Yi with panic, instinctively retreating like a frightened child. Before Bai Yi could react, it turned around and fled towards the edge of the sky.

"Ah..." Bai Yi expressed some regret. Although this camel was a little small, its running speed was so nimble and capable!

It was another journey without a sense of time. Bai Yi had no idea how long it would take to find the camel that had encountered him. Finding the camel was just the first step on his quest for salvation. He didn't know how long he would have to stay here, nor did he know what the outside world was like. He thought that perhaps it was not impossible for him to die here of old age. Strange, can a soul also age like a physical body?

Walk, walk, keep walking without stopping. Bai Yi's soul finally felt tired. He sat down in the desert, but the sand didn't sink, leaving no trace. Lying in the desert, he closed his eyes and imagined himself in the desert at night, with a sky full of stars shining brightly above, as if he could reach out and touch them. It felt so real. Somehow, he felt that the stars in the sky were becoming bigger and more real.

Bai Yi reached out his hand and touched it. He really touched the distant stars - cold, icy, uneven. It was only much later that Bai Yi would come to know that this was an illusion created by the Southern Barbarian Emperor through magic. Because in Bai Yi's mind, the stars were small and cold, so the stars he touched were just as he had imagined.

Bai Yi thought of a camel. This camel was just like any ordinary camel, except its eyes were gentle as it looked at Bai Yi, containing an attachment as if it were looking at a loved one. Bai Yi fantasized about touching its head, the fur on top soft and not prickly at all. It rubbed against Bai Yi's palm, emitting a joyful purr from its mouth.

In the midst of such fantasies, Bai Yi fell into a deep sleep. This sleep was incredibly tranquil and comfortable. His soul began to feel warmth, reminiscent of the immense sense of security when he had a physical body in the past.

When White Yi woke up, he opened his eyes comfortably but was shocked to find himself once again in that dark world. Was everything in the desert just a dream? Or had he successfully transmigrated? But what was his transmigration? How did he succeed in transmigrating? There was no one to answer his questions. Suddenly, White Yi thought of Mu Zihe. Looking around at this cold and indifferent dark world, White Yi's intuition told him that he was probably the only person left in this world. It would be dangerous if he didn't leave! He got up, got used to the feeling of having a body, and followed the route he remembered, chasing after everyone with all his might, just as he had followed the shadowy figure.