Beneath the enormous crevice, the purple spatial energy gradually surged and fluctuated.
Kamiyagawa squinted his eyes to observe below, but he still could not discern what the end of the crevice might be like.
However, he had been to Songze. By intuition, the place connected by this crevice should be far more perilous than Songze.
"Are you ready?"
Kamiyagawa opened his mouth to ask the Strange Tales beside him.
The Huajing stood behind Kamiyagawa, tugging at the hem of his own clothes, and his large tail slapped the ground with a thud. Perhaps even he did not anticipate being able to open the portal here at the foot of Kijima Mountain so smoothly, currently still immersed in a sense of novelty and excitement.
And the Whale Spirit in the high sky swayed its head, humming and lowering its position according to his will.
