At this moment, Lin Tianming looked down at the scene in front of him, the whole person coming back from his thoughts.
So next, Lin Tianming leapt without hesitation, directly flying towards the distant, faintly visible mountain range.
Not long after, Lin Tianming found himself in a closed canyon.
At this point, looking around, the canyon was surrounded by mountains on all sides, with towering peaks standing tall, and dense forests covering each mountain's surface.
The central position was like an abyss, only reaching its deepest part, there was a considerable open space.
This kind of natural venue was currently extremely quiet, with only the very center occupied by a cultist in a golden Daoist robe, sitting cross-legged.
This person was none other than Wang Lusheng, who had arrived earlier.
At this time, the arriving Lin Tianming immediately spotted the figure of Wang Lusheng, who also noticed the newcomer.
