Despite being surprised, Kongming's movements did not slow down. After all, he was facing an opponent who had one foot on the threshold of god-tier, and any sign of negligence could lead to a fierce counterattack.

But on second thought, continuing this way was not a viable option. The healing space of the celestial shadow had gradually caught up with the speed of the tear and even started pushing back towards Kongming.

Not in a rush, Kongming pulled and enlarged the space crack with his backhand, throwing a miniature black hole towards the celestial spirit, while immediately distancing himself.

For a being of the Holy Rank, this level of spatial rift was nearly unsolvable. Back in the swamp seal, Little Angel was once pushed to the brink by a similar black hole when facing the demonic dragon. However, advancing beyond the Holy Rank, whether in the breadth or depth of law control, had taken a step forward.

So when Kongming saw the black hole disintegrate layer by layer and gradually heal under the edge of the celestial spirit, he could only sigh inwardly. Just as he was preparing to set up his formation to pull the opponent into his Nine Provinces Mountains and Rivers battle, he lost sight of the celestial spirit in both sensory and mental senses.

"Escaped into the space?"

Kongming immediately thought of the only possibility and, as he turned, came face to face with the celestial spirit who had just emerged from a black crack. It was the first time Kongming had been so close to this opponent, who was just a hair's breadth away from being a god. Though her appearance in the pale purple spiritual form was a bit blurred, he could still recognize her as the girl who had awakened from the Morninglight Ruins. But the thoughts conveyed in her eyes were chaotic.

"Enemy?"

The lips of the celestial spirit moved slightly, emitting two simple syllables, then, as if confirming her own judgment, her actions suddenly became fierce.

Kongming had to concentrate to keep up with her movements, yet the celestial spirit's actions were simple. Her right hand swept horizontally like a slap, and that slap alone would probably be enough to end the lives of few beings in this world. Perhaps Kongming could be one of them, but he had no interest in using his body to test it. So he swiftly countered with a palm strike. Their actions seemed like an inconspicuous casual exchange between old friends, but to Aya and the others watching from the ground, the clouds within several kilometers around the high-altitude battlefield where they fought were shredded and dispersed by the chaotic energy, and the powerful wind pressure that almost pressed people to the ground arrived on the surface a few seconds later. In the city of Lojing, buildings structurally weaker began collapsing under this pressure. The dilapidated buildings in the slums were completely destroyed.

"Whoa... Mortals suffer from the clash of the immortals. Miss Tiran, should we step aside a little?"

Aya, hiding under the ice house made by Tiran's frost Chi to avoid the wind pressure, cautiously peeked out. Her hairstyle was blown into an extremely wild style, and she quickly shrank back, shivering.

What kind of situation is this? Although they had signed the Dragon Knight contract and broke through the Holy Rank threshold by leveraging the effects of the contract and the fusion of their souls, it was still too frustrating to encounter a divine being of that caliber right after breaking through Holy Rank. It felt just like a level 1 hero with a small sword and leather armor running into a fully armed Demon King right outside the door. How frustrating! How can this go on?

"I think Lady Aya makes a valid point." The princess nodded deeply in agreement. Their levels were no longer weak, but on the present battlefield, they were still inadequate. Perhaps it would be better to each cultivate on their own for two years on the Shampoa Archipelago and then meet again... for now, they could only hope that Kongming could display heroic prowess to subdue the celestial spirit, whose resentment was running amok due to Minglin's subconscious.

After all, Aya had also been saved, so no matter how chaotic East Land became, it had little to do with her.

As for Xiang Ling... to be honest, Tiran had wanted to persuade her to retreat together, but this princess's pride probably would not allow herself to withdraw at such a time.

"Well, you all can watch the battle slowly, I'll take my leave if there's nothing else."

Princess and Aya prepared to slip away, waving to Xingjian and Xiang Ling who were also hiding under the ice house, as well as the unconscious little Angel possessed by the Holy Spirit.

"Just a moment, Princess Tiran."

It was not Xiang Ling, who had a mutual assistance agreement with her, but Xingjian who maintained silence while guarding the unconscious little Angel after Kongming appeared and turned the tide of the battle.

"Is there something else?"

Tiran and Aya had no intention of being friendly to Xingjian, considering her betrayal to join the enemy at the last minute. If they were to fight Xingjian now, it would not be an overreaction. Not engaging in a fight now was Tiran's biggest concession, considering Xingjian's actions and Aya's unscathed safety.

"Well. Although you may be angry with me now, I still have something to tell you, Princess Tiran."

Xingjian looked earnestly at Tiran.

"What is it?" Tiran raised an eyebrow but decided to be patient.

"Do you remember the condition I mentioned when I first brought an invitation from Xiang Ling?"

"Condition?" Tiran hesitated. Since Aya was captured in Milt, her motivation for coming to East Land had completely transformed into a rescue mission, and she had forgotten the initial reason for agreeing to it in the first place.

Upon closer examination, Xingjian seemed to have promised her something significant at the time.

"Hey... you don't mean to say..."

Tiran felt a tug in her heart as her heartbeat quietly accelerated, waiting for Xingjian's next words.

The agreement Xingjian had made with her originally was that if she accepted to cooperate with Xiang Ling, Xingjian would tell her the way back... to the original world?

So much had happened since then that Tiran was starting to doubt the specifics of their initial agreement.

"The 'way back.'"

Xingjian smiled wryly and said frankly.

Aya, who had formed a soul synchronization through a Dragon Knight contract with Tiran, felt a momentary stiffness transmitted through the contract on her end.

Go back? Go back where?

"Speak quickly, I'm listening." Tiran took a deep breath.

"First, I need to clarify, I am very sorry, I don't have a ready-made solution, I can only point you in a direction, or give you a clue."

"...Go on."

This was not entirely unexpected news, since the entity that had brought her to this world claimed to be a god; breaking down the world's barriers was not going to be easy. However, any valuable information was precious to Tiran.

"My eyes," Xingjian pointed to her black pupils, "can see through the distant past and future of cause and effect destiny. These threads intertwine and overlap, much more chaotic than a ball of yarn, but upon closer inspection, it can be seen that the lines of fate connect everything in the world. The more detached, the more possibilities exist, the more interconnected fate lines there are on a person. But one thing is certain, anything that exists in this world will definitely be entangled with the world's lines of cause and effect."

"The few I have encountered who cannot see the existence of fate is rare, the two battling in the sky are, but they have surpassed the level of Holy Rank, and after obtaining 'The Realm' they are equal to the world, because The Realm's essence is also a small world."

"But Your Highness Tiran, you, you are not connected to the thread of fate, and before this, you weren't even considered a complete Holy Rank. This is also the basis for my judgment that you do not belong to this world. Until then, I actually have no way to give you more useful clues."

"I thought I would never encounter a second anomaly like you in this lifetime."

Xingjian said this, causing Tiran's breath to pause for a moment.

"....Yuan?" Tiran slowly pronounced the name.

"Yes, he is also not bound by the fate of this world, I have reason to suspect that he and you came to this world through the same means, or at least neither is a native of this world."

"Is this even possible????" Suspicions confirmed, Tiran's face finally revealed an undisguisable look of surprise.

Thinking I was following the classic plot of 'transmigrating as Dragon Proud Sky,' suddenly I'm told that there is another transmigrator from my world in this world? This is just unreasonable.

"I cannot see his or Tiran Your Highness's fate now, but fortunately, fate does not necessarily need to be observed directly, individuals with obvious characteristics around him can also serve as 'beacons' for observation."

Like that girl who often wears a sinister smile. She always seems to be by Yuan's side, and the distinctive fate lines make it easy for Xingjian to retrieve individual fate lines.

"She.... seems to have connections with Aya, the time and place are in this city, and will be happening soon. If Tiran Your Highness wants to find a clue, she is definitely the best choice."

Xingjian said decisively.

"Connections...? Is she spying on something... somewhere...?"

This sudden and significant topic to himself momentarily made Tiran forget that he was still beneath a celestial battle. As she pondered seriously, the ice house she had built to withstand impacts was suddenly shattered by a falling object from above, directly piercing a hole in the roof.

This immediately attracted the attention of everyone.

"Kongming?!"

Unexpectedly, the one who fell down was none other than the former Demon Lord who was still gasping for breath, or rather, the player who was about to become a god.

Kongming lay in the center of a pile of shattered ice, the air around him filled with thick white frost.

"Cough... " Kongming seemed unable to speak, just clutching his chest and coughing forcefully.

"Haha, you deserve it! You deserved to die for trying to act all high and mighty in The Realm!"

The little dragon next to him mercilessly mocked.

Others were also shocked. Kongming's strength was obvious to all, so how did he suddenly become as fragile as paper and was killed indiscriminately.

Obviously, when he was in the swamp and in Milt, his face was invincible and it seemed like he could do anything, but now he was being killed instantly. Although he was a version ahead and a god among gods, Zhuge Qin Mo, you have retired too quickly, haven't you?