Is the closed beta test of King of Loque over? The official release is here!

Mo Fan slightly opened his eyes.

He saw the Grand Elder standing on the stone steps before the sacred tree, the towering tree behind him radiating a warm, green glow. The old man's figure appeared exceptionally small yet remarkably upright in that light.

The three clan leaders stood behind the Grand Elder, their faces solemn. Turing, Flying Axe, and Big Bone all gazed at the departing outsiders, their eyes filled with varying degrees of emotion.

"So, now—"

The elder raised his wooden staff, his withered fingers gripping it tightly.

His gaze slowly swept over each member of Mo Fan, Niu Kuang, and Song Chen's teams.

Those cloudy eyes, now reflecting the emerald green light of the sacred tree, resembled two ancient and warm stars.

"I will use the power of the divine tree... to send you away from Pandonog."

His voice rose a few decibels, carrying a touch of desolate heroism.

Farewell, fellow heroes!

"I hope we'll meet again someday!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

The elder suddenly swung his wooden staff down.

The aged staff swept through the air, leaving a milky white arc of light in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards—

The divine tree's light suddenly shone brightly.

Within the emerald green halo that enveloped the entire giant tree, a portion of the light suddenly separated.

The separated light was no longer warm and gentle.

It became bright and focused, like a gathered waterfall of light cascading down from the branches of the divine tree, directly enveloping the figures of all three teams, including Mo Fan.

The moment the light fell on him, Mo Fan felt an immense force envelop him.

That power is not a constraint, but rather a kind of... support.

It was as if a huge, invisible hand was gently lifting him up.

"This is--"

Before Mo Fan could react,

Before he could even turn around and glance at the ancient tribe, the wishing wall studded with colorful eggs, or the towering sacred tree, he was completely taken aback.

Before he could even say "take care" to the Grand Elder again...

The light surged.

The stone pavement beneath our feet receded rapidly into the distance.

In my field of vision, the entire panorama of Pandonog is rapidly shrinking—the torches of the market, the tricolored buildings of the origin, the paths through the dense forest, the crowds thronging the square...

Everything is becoming tiny at an alarming rate.

The last thing Mo Fan saw was—

In the square, hundreds of indigenous residents looked up and watched as the emerald green beam of light shot into the sky.

The Grand Elder stood at the very front, his gaunt figure casting a long shadow in the light.

His hand was raised in mid-air, as if waving goodbye.

It's also like—trying to keep them.

then.

The light engulfed everything.

......

Pandonog Square.

After the pillar of light dissipated, everything returned to calm.

The divine tree's light slowly faded, returning from its brilliant emerald green to its usual serene glow. Tiny specks of light drifted down from the branches and leaves, like tiny fireflies, silently scattering across the stone slabs of the square.

Only the Pandonog tribesmen remained in the square.

The patriarchs of the three clans silently put away their respective ritual objects, and Elder Mu Yuan, Mu Qingqing, Mu Feng, and the others also silently withdrew their gazes.

The indigenous people chatted quietly in twos and threes. Some were reminiscing about the grand spectacle of the ceremony, some were discussing the interesting things that the visitors had done these past few days, and some were simply standing quietly, gazing at the scattered points of light from the sacred tree in a daze.

The Grand Elder remained standing on the stone steps.

He leaned on his wooden cane, looking up at the sky.

The emerald beam of light had vanished from the azure sky. Everything was as usual, the sky a clear blue expanse with drifting white clouds.

It was as if nothing had happened.

It was as if those people had never been there.

The old man watched quietly for a long time.

It wasn't until the third clan leader stepped forward and softly called out, "Elder," that the situation changed.

He then looked away.

He turned around.

A faint, somewhat lonely smile appeared on that face etched with the lines of time.

"I hope there really will be... a day when we meet again."

The sound was very soft.

It was as light as a sigh, fading into the winds of Pandonog, never to be found again.

The branches and leaves of the sacred tree rustled in the wind.

Tiny specks of emerald light drifted down.

Pandonog's story has temporarily come to an end.

And the stories of those who left—

It's just the beginning of a new chapter.

Chapter 241 Scattered?

I don't know how much time passed.

The all-encompassing emerald light gradually faded, receding from the senses like a tide.

When Mo Fan opened his eyes again.

He found himself standing on a grassy field.

Sunlight streamed down from overhead, warm and bright. A gentle breeze rustled the knee-high grass, making a soft whisper. In the distance, rolling hills stretched out, the sky a deep blue with drifting white clouds.

And around him—

Murong Jiao is not there.

There is no Murong Sha.

Fang Xu is not included.

Not even a single person from Niu Kuang's and Song Chen's teams could be seen.

Where is this?

Mo Fan looked around.

The terrain is open and offers excellent visibility. The grassland stretches into the distance, dotted with a few low shrubs. The air is filled with the familiar scent of grass and trees—the scent of a hidden realm, but definitely not the scent of the Pandonog region.

Clearly, he has left Pandonog.

The teleportation power of that divine tree did indeed send him out.

But why—is he the only one?

Where are Murong Jiao and the others?

Mo Fan frowned, not in a hurry to act. He calmed himself down first, then raised his hand to bring up the control panel.

The panel lit up as usual, and all functions were working properly. The items in the backpack were intact—the animal skin notebook given to me by Teacher Muyuan lay quietly in the inventory.

Mo Fan's gaze first fell on the public chat channel.

The messages in the channel were still scrolling normally—some people were asking about material exchanges, some were discussing the situation near the alchemy cauldron, and some were complaining about being attacked by wild pets in the dungeon...

And the times marked on those messages—

Mo Fan's pupils contracted slightly.

time.

According to the timestamps displayed above the chat messages, his current time is some distance from when he first entered that special area of ​​Pandonog.

Only a few hours had passed.

A few hours.

But he stayed in Pandonog for several days. The memories of the miners' competition, the barbecue contest, the bonfire party, the egg making, the sacred tree worship... those memories of day and night are so vivid that they cannot be contained in just a few hours.

"It seems that the flow of time in that special area of ​​Pandonog is different from that of the outside world."

Mo Fan thought to himself.

Time flows much faster inside than outside. To other players in the secret realm, they might have only "disappeared" for a few hours. But for Mo Fan and his companions, every day and every night spent in Pandonog was real.

Those memories, those experiences, those people—they are all real.

Mo Fan snapped out of his thoughts and prepared to switch to the friends channel to send messages to Murong Jiao and the others.

However, before he could even type—

The message had already popped up.

Murong Jiao: What's going on? Where did you all go??