Inside a hidden cliff crevice, the Formation light screen swirled, isolating the inner and outer auras. The silver light shuttle sat quietly in the corner, and Fang Hao sat cross-legged on a relatively flat bluestone. Although his face was still a bit pale, his eyes had regained their usual sharpness and clarity.
He calmed his mind and took out the black Storage Ring he had obtained from Mo Yunhe. The ring felt slightly cool in his hand; its texture was neither gold nor jade, and it was engraved with ancient cloud patterns. Faint spatial fluctuations rippled from it, clearly indicating an extremely high quality.
His Divine Sense cautiously probed inside. As soon as he entered, Fang Hao couldn't help but gasp.
"This... this space..."
