"Click, click."
The legacy treasure of the Valley of the Undead was secured, and slowly, glowing patterns began to spread, completely shattering the barrier of the Mystic Realm.
Even though those who had been transported out of the Mystic Realm had shared what happened inside, the sight that greeted the cultivators outside still took them by surprise.
The ground was scarred and covered in flames.
On the bare, red rocks, countless people had been severely burned by the flames.
Two elderly men quickly leaped into the barrier and approached a young man in a brocade robe, kneeling in panic: "We failed to protect you, please forgive us, Prince."
"It's alright, stand up," the young man in the brocade robe said, his gaze intensifying as he looked up into the sky.
"That's... Prince Nolan of the Phoenix Kingdom!"
In the chaos of escape, all eyes had been nearly drawn to Timothy.