The second person who traveled through time and space and became a pig

The black-robed old man who escaped from the battlefield of Beast God City ran all the way and finally returned to the ruins that was blown down by the Temple of Light.

He stood on the ground, looked around, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a figure flashed out from hiding. It was the young disciple of the old man in black robe.

When the young disciple saw his master return safely, a happy smile immediately appeared on his face and he quickly walked forward to greet him.

"Master, you are finally back! I was so worried!" the little disciple said excitedly, with tears in his eyes.

The old man in black robe looked at his young apprentice, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He patted the young apprentice on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't be afraid, disciple. Isn't the master fine?"

However, the black-robed old man's expression did not improve upon seeing his young disciple. His brows were still tightly furrowed, and he looked very solemn.

"Disciple, we are not out of danger yet." The old man in black robe said seriously.

"Hurry up and clean up this ruin so I can find that space crack."

The young apprentice nodded. Although he was a little confused, he knew that the master must have his reasons for his decision and he just needed to obey his orders.

The old man in black robe stood aside, observing the surroundings silently. Both the powerful priests and the terrifying pig-headed man brought him great pressure. He had to find the space crack as soon as possible and leave this dangerous place.

"Don't worry about this matter. I have found the space crack."

The young disciple pointed in that direction and the old man didn't need to go there. He only needed to feel it carefully and he would feel the violent fluctuations in that space.

"Good boy, the master loves you well."

The black-robed man said this grimly, and then he leaped into the crack in the space.

The old man in black robes held the staff tightly in his hand. He swung it violently, and instantly, a black aura gushed out of the staff like a surging wave. This black aura seemed to have life, and it quickly drilled into the ground and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

However, after just a moment, the ground began to tremble slightly.

At first, the tremor was very slight, but as time went on, it became more and more intense. Finally, with a series of "crackling" sounds, the bones underground seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force and broke out of the ground one after another.

The moment these bones were unearthed, they seemed to be endowed with some kind of mysterious power. They squeezed and collided with each other, and eventually formed a eerie and terrifying skeleton puppet.

This puppet exudes a breath of death. Its bones are a strange black color, with wisps of black air entwined around them.

The skeleton puppet slowly crawled out of the mud. Its movements seemed a little stiff, but it revealed a kind of majesty that made people shudder. It walked in front of the old man in black robes, then bowed respectfully, as if to show respect to him.

The old man in black robe nodded with satisfaction, and then gave an order to the skeleton puppet:

"You guys, clear all the rocks, dirt and weeds off this land!"

Although his voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

After receiving the order, the skeleton puppets slowly moved, and they began to carry the scattered stones and broken items in an orderly manner. Although the movements of these puppets were a little clumsy, they were very powerful, and each stone they moved seemed extremely heavy.

The old man in black robe looked at the busy figures of the puppets and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he turned to the young man beside him and said:

"Kid, watch me, I need to rest. This battle has consumed me a lot, I need time to recover."

After saying that, he walked to a tree nearby, sat down slowly, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing to recover.

Although the skeleton puppets moved relatively slowly and seemed a little slow when walking, the dozen or so skeleton puppets seemed tireless. They were busy from early morning to night, constantly moving items.

As time went by, a surprising scene appeared - a flat and wide area gradually formed on the originally rugged land near the space crack.

The child standing nearby, witnessing all this, couldn't help but admire the endurance and perseverance of these skeleton puppets.

Although he had been studying with his master for several months, his master had not taught him any knowledge about magic except some basic training methods.

He stared at the dozen or so skeleton puppets, his heart filled with curiosity and confusion. He didn't understand why his master didn't teach him magic, nor did he know how these skeleton puppets were controlled and driven.

Well, accompanied by a slight noise, the very old man finally slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

His eyes were a little blurry, as if he had not yet fully awakened from his sleep, but when his gaze fell on the cleared space, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He stood up slowly, his movements seemed a little slow, as if his body had not yet adapted to this sudden change.

However, once he stood in the open space, his temperament was completely different. He stood straight, holding the mysterious staff tightly in his hand, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

He waved the staff in his hand again, and as he moved, thick black gas gushed out from the staff and spread in the air like black smoke.

The black air seemed to have life. It quickly spread and entangled with each other, forming a complex and mysterious pattern.

The dozen or so skeleton puppets that were originally carrying stones immediately stopped their actions after feeling the power of the black air.

As if controlled by some kind of instructions, they turned around without hesitation and walked around with stiff steps, no longer paying attention to the stones that had not yet been moved.

In the hands of the black-robed old man, the black gas on the staff continued to pour down and landed on the open ground. The black gas did not dissipate, but flowed like liquid, gradually gathering into black silk threads.

These threads intertwine and entangle in the air, connecting to each other in a peculiar way, as if weaving a huge mystery.

As time went by, the appearance of this huge magic circle became clearer and clearer before people's eyes. Its lines were intricate, yet there was an indescribable regularity that made people marvel at its exquisite design. The center of this magic circle was exactly where the space crack was.

However, surprisingly, there was still a domineering sealing force remaining on the space crack. This force obviously came from Torres of the Temple of Light. It was like a ferocious beast, entrenched on the crack, emitting a powerful pressure. Nia left it.

Torresnia, who was in the Holy Light City, had just fallen asleep, but he immediately felt the spiritual fluctuations transmitted back from the seal.

"Someone wants to restart the space rift."

The moment the black-robed old man touched the seal of the space crack, Torresnia felt it, and then hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed towards the sky. He came to the magic teleportation array of the Holy Light City, walked straight in, and appeared in the Holy Light City the next second.

"Where is the High Priest?" Torresnia asked loudly the moment he walked out of the legendary formation in the Beast God City.