For over twenty years, he had been busy cultivating and hadn't paid attention to Fanming's route.
Frowning slightly, Wang Ba immediately took out the ring engraved with the pavilion pattern.
Mana infused, and the shadow of a map emerged instantly.
As his gaze swept over it, Wang Ba couldn't help but feel a slight shock.
"So, I have flown to the edge?"
The map revealed by the ring is a long strip surrounding him, with Little Cang World located at a point at the very bottom, just a hair's breadth from the map's edge.
As for the location of Hundred Ghost Mountain, it was somewhat further away from here.
Looking at the map's edge, a pang of curiosity rose in Wang Ba's heart.
"The Realm Sea is said to be boundless, yet why does this map have edges?"
"Is it merely hearsay, or is it because the map is limited?"
Quickly scanning through, he found that at the very bottom edge of the map, there were almost no yellow dots.
With a flicker in his heart:
