As the light of the teleportation enveloped the group, Ning Tian reached out to the three women, and in the next moment, their figures vanished. On the long ancient stone path, no cultivator remained.

At the end of that endless ancient path, where it led, no one knew.

Heavenly Soul Realm.

Under an ancient towering tree, amidst a blinding white light, Ning Tian suddenly opened his eyes, his expression somewhat tense. Instinctively, he reached out beside him and quickly felt something soft.