242 The Mystic Trace Fog Appears (2/2)

That wasn't the end. As the cracks grew, the giant tree broke apart and collapsed. A tender green shoot sprouted out from the remains and sped off swiftly into the distance.

As everyone looked on, stunned, the red eyeball flashed once again. Cracks could be seen deep inside its pupil. It seemed as if it was no longer able to keep itself together. With a deafening sound, louder than everything that they had heard earlier, the red eyeball collapsed, forming… a third crimson lightning bolt.

It raced towards the fleeing young shoot!

”No!” A face emerged on the green tree shoot. It was filled with despair and intense hate and frustration. It howled and desperately attempted to fight back and to escape. Leaves sprouted and flowers blossomed in abundance in an attempt to defend itself against the lightning. But it was all for nothing…

In the blink of an eye, amidst its raging howls, the crimson lightning bolt struck the tree shoot. A thundering roar resounded in the air. The crowd watched as the tree shoot disintegrated, inch by inch, collapsing and turning into dust…

The foreboding aura that had weighed down on them gradually dispersed with the destruction of the giant tree. The skies remained blanketed by the wood-like inscriptions that sealed the Mystic Luna Realm. However, those within the realm felt the considerable weakening of the oppressive force from the skies.

The earlier scene of the lightning bolts striking and exterminating the giant tree stirred everyone into unease and alarm. Wang Baole, Zhao Yameng, and Zhuo Yifan, especially, could see the shock in the others' eyes as they looked at one another.

They couldn't help but recall the events of the Coulomb Basin.

Is this tree the one from the Coulomb Basin? If not, how many trees are there… are they all on the moon? If so, why have they come? The seal obviously has something to do with it! Wang Baole mused. His spirits were overcast with gloomy thoughts. At the same time, like the rest, he too placed hope on rescue from the Federation.

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As the gloomy mood overtook the crowd, the cowering Moon Gu once more raised their heads and readied to strike. Everyone immediately refocused their thoughts and hurriedly sped away.

As the Moon Gu slowly awakened, the crowd from the four Dao Colleges raced off and was about to break free from the land of the Moon Gu. It was then that the unpredictable Mystic Luna Realm struck, silently and unexpectedly, again.

The Moon Gu began to abandon their pursuit and burrow deep underground, as if in escape.

They had no time to feel surprised. The sounds of sobbing and whimpering came drifting in from afar. A thick mist had appeared out of a sudden in the distance. It spread far into the horizon without an end in sight, appearing tens of miles long and rolling forward swiftly. Wang Baole and the surrounding people stood in its rapid approach.

From afar, the mist looked thick and impermeable. It was like an ocean of mist that devoured everything in its path.

”The Mystic Trace Fog!” Someone in the crowd gasped in terror.

The fog was a unique weather feature found in the Mystic Luna Realm. Where and when it appeared were unpredictable. As soon as it appeared, any living thing that was in its path, save the moon itself, would be randomly transported across the various parts of the Mystic Luna Realm.

Wang Baole grimaced as he stared at the rapidly approaching mist and the less than one hundred yards separating them from it. Everyone around him fell silent. They knew there was no escape, and they looked at one another.

”Everybody… take care!”

”We have to hold on. The Federation will send help soon!”

”I hope… we'll live to see each other again…”

The farewells seemed especially low-spirited at that moment. Wang Baole took in a deep breath. He turned and bade the rest farewell, hugged Zhuo Yifan and Chen Yutong, and nodded at Zhao Yameng. The mist came rolling towards them, blanketing the nearly thousand cultivators from the four Dao Colleges, lingering where they stood…