The Godmother Comes from the Great Wilderness Clan

Seeing this, Chen Xuan quickly shouted, "We need to follow them!"

An Linghui and Yang Lielan followed him as they charged inside.

The other black-robed figures behind them also followed, all vanishing into that place.

They now found themselves in a pure white world.

The ground beneath them was white, and so was the sky. There were no buildings in any direction—only an endless expanse of white.

Yang Lielan asked in a low voice, "Could this be a trap? Why have those two women been leading the way the whole time?"

"There's definitely a trap, but this is our fastest way to get closer to the depths."

Chen Xuan looked around, then raised his hand and called out, "Brother Mu, are you there?"

But Xu Mu did not answer Chen Xuan.

"That's strange! Maybe Brother Mu isn't here."

Chen Xuan looked around in confusion.

"He's definitely here. I saw him come in with my own eyes just now."

An Linghui explained from the side.

Just then, the air around them suddenly trembled violently, and the surrounding whiteness began to converge, all flying toward a single direction.

As the white gradually faded, the scene before them came into view.

In the sky hung an enormous black dragon's head. Just the head alone was nearly fifty meters across.

It was only a black dragon's head, floating in the air, while the rest of its body was hidden within a spatial rift behind it.

Seeing such a colossal being, everyone around was deeply shocked.

At that moment, the dragon's head was sucking in all the surrounding whiteness.

Once all the white had been devoured, the environment around them began to change.

They all now stood on a rocky mountain, though this time the mountain was dotted with grass and trees everywhere.

Crack...

As the surrounding scenery materialized, three spatial rifts appeared beneath the massive dragon's head, arranged in a triangle.

One was at the highest point, and two were below it.

The dragon's head opened its mouth and let out a deafening voice: "Too many people. I've only left three entrances. The treasures at the very top are better—you decide among yourselves."

Seeing this, everyone around began glancing left and right.

Suddenly, one of the black-robed figures soared into the sky, heading straight for the highest spatial rift.

But that rift seemed to be nothing more than an illusion.

His body passed straight through it, unable to enter.

He tried the other two openings as well, only to find the same result—he couldn't get in at all.

"Could it be... it means our numbers need to be reduced to three before we can pass through?"

Another black-robed figure said sharply.

"Not necessarily three, but one thing is certain: there really are too many of us here."

Ye Chen pulled off his black hood. "In that case, let's fight. The strong take it all!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a black-robed figure beside Ye Chen raised his hand, and two golden chains shot out like dragons, lunging toward the two black-robed women who had been leading the way in the distance.

But those two women merely took a single step back, and their figures dissolved into white mist, vanishing from the spot.

"What's going on?"

Ye Chen looked at the black-robed figure beside him.

"This fragment of the inner realm was shattered during the ancient war of all races, and this place originally belonged to the Great Wilderness Clan."

The black-robed figure speaking also removed his hood. "If I'm not mistaken, those two women are from the Great Wilderness Clan, which is why they're so familiar with this place."

She had wavy golden hair, and her face was that of a classic Western beauty.

However, her left eye was covered by a white eyepatch embroidered with a golden cross.

And in her exposed right eye, the blue iris also held a golden cross.

Yang Lielan looked at the woman over there, squinting. "The Holy Light Clan?"

Chen Xuan asked curiously, "A foreign race?"

"That's right. A top-tier race of the inner realm, the true rulers of the Western Holy See."

Yang Lielan explained.

An Linghui, however, wore a dark expression and clenched her fists tightly.

"The Great Wilderness Clan? Are they strong? Why haven't you mentioned them to me before?"

Ye Chen glanced at the woman beside him.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of the Great Wilderness Clan, but you've definitely heard of the Divine Mother—she's from the Great Wilderness Clan."

The one-eyed woman explained. "They are an evil race that provoked a thousand years of war in the inner realm. They are hated by all and deserve death."

"So the Divine Mother you people speak of comes from this race?"

Ye Chen nodded to himself.

Just then, from beneath the dragon's head in the distance, a figure emerged from one of the spatial rifts.

Everyone around stared at the dark silhouette in the distance.

Ye Chen's face twisted with fury. "Xu Mu! He actually got in!"

Xu Mu had used the Cloud Step and realized that his earlier position had been lower, with another rift above him.

So he flew toward the higher one, only to find his body passing straight through it, unable to enter.

"That's strange!"

Xu Mu looked down and spotted Chen Xuan and the others, so he descended.

"Brother Mu!"

Chen Xuan saw Xu Mu and walked over with a smile. "I didn't expect you to get in first. What did you find?"

"I entered one of the openings and grabbed some treasures from inside, though the items were all pretty ordinary."

As Xu Mu spoke, he looked up at the higher rifts. "But the other openings—I couldn't get into those anymore."

"That must be because of the formation. The old dragon just said there were too many people, so it only left three entrances."

Chen Xuan explained with a smile.

Xu Mu rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That makes sense. When I came in earlier, I was alone."

"What a shame. The old dragon said the highest rift has the most treasures."

Chen Xuan pointed up at the highest rift with a grin.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that."

Xu Mu shrugged, then scanned his surroundings and noticed that everyone's gaze was fixed on him.

"Xu Mu, what treasures did you find in that rift?"

An old man in a black robe walked over with a smile and asked.

"Nothing much. Just a few spirit stones. The heavenly materials and earthly treasures had long since dried up—even their medicinal effects were gone."

Xu Mu looked at the black-robed figure and explained.

"It's not that I don't trust you. I just want to see for myself. Why don't you take out your spatial ring and let us have a look?"

The old man extended his hand.

Xu Mu had originally been willing to explain because of the old man's polite attitude.

But hearing this, his smile faded. "There are personal items in my ring. It's not suitable for public display."

"It seems you've gotten your hands on something good. Since you won't let me see, I'll just have to force my way in!"

BOOM!

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he erupted with peak second-stage cultivation and lunged at Xu Mu in a single step.

Yang Lielan's spear arrived before he did.

BOOM!

A fan-shaped storm of flames instantly engulfed the old man.

SWISH!

The old man shot out of the flames, soaring into the sky.

Spear in hand, Yang Lielan immediately gave chase.

At that moment, another black-robed figure struck out at Xu Mu.

From a distance, Ye Chen watched all this and smiled with satisfaction. "Let's retreat for now and let them tear each other apart first!"

Beside him, the one-eyed woman gazed at Xu Mu and gave a slight nod.

After all, here, no one was getting away.