After leaving the Nanchuan Realm this time, I don't know when I'll be able to return.
Thinking of this, Xu Ping felt a surge of complex emotions in his heart.
In the end, he suppressed various thoughts in his mind and disappeared at the horizon without hesitation.
...
A month later, deep in the Celestial South Sea, near the Nameless Island by the Myriad Scales Abyss.
This island is not large, only a few miles in circumference, its vegetation sparse, and strange rocks are everywhere.
The sea breeze howled by, laden with a strong salty stench, instilling a sense of desolation and solitude.
Xu Ping and Hongyi stood at the highest point of the island, looking up at the unsettling black rift in mid-air.
"Is this the small space passage?"
Xu Ping squinted his eyes, carefully examining the rift, his gaze slightly focused.
This black rift is about a zhang in size, with jagged edges like a wound torn by a giant beast.
