'So, even though the Xian Origin Land, as the Yang Side, has detached from the Origin Realm, it has also become the only possible way to leave the Origin Realm?'
It wasn't that Yang An didn't believe Fu Ming's words. He was just confused—such a secret was one of this world's greatest mysteries, so how did Fu Ming know about it?
"Where did you get this information?"
Seeing that Fu Ming was about to leave, Yang An knew he had to get an answer. He didn't want the question to keep nagging at him.
Fu Ming's figure slowly moved away, heading into the jungle. Of course, he was only leaving temporarily, not for good.
He didn't look back, but his voice drifted back.
"This is all information left behind by our predecessors. They hid it within a dazzling flame. Someone must always guard this flame. Only if the fire is never extinguished will we have hope."
With that, Fu Ming's figure entered the jungle and quickly disappeared from sight.
