The dark and silent vast void of the Realm Sea.
In the distance, starry points flickered.
A large bird carried a slightly smaller dark domain on its back, slowly shuttling...
"Fanming's speed isn't slow, even when carrying a world... Truly, this Realm Sea is far beyond our initial imagination."
At the highest point of the Realm Membrane Taoist Field, in an ancient tea pavilion.
Sitting here, one could take in the entire field, both inside and outside, including the outer realm.
Zhao Feng frowned, withdrew his gaze from the outer realm.
He looked at Jiang Yi opposite, whose expression was equally grave, and at Wang Ba, who was calculating with his fingers.
It had been about two days since they left the Land of Origin.
Such a period, in the eyes of cultivators of the past, was fleeting, not even worth the effort of closing off for cultivation.
