"Hey buddy, you're heading to the Sixth Province too? What a coincidence, so am I."
That's basically the idea.
So what's really going on in the Sixth Province? Why are even such beings rushing over there? Has the development reached such a stage already?
Can't comprehend, won't linger.
A month later, the final barrier was crossed.
On this journey, many Immortal Stones were scattered temporarily, hiding in the mountains and rivers. This way, I won't need to slowly travel in the future. If there's any danger, I can directly teleport to the Second Tower, avoiding the troublesome return to the Spring; escaping through the Spring is quite inconvenient.
Late August of 992.
The two finally arrived.
As the clear sky emerged after the disappearance of Black Mountain, Yuchi, sweating profusely, looked at Yin Shuang beside him.
"Shuang'Er, if you can't hold it anymore, just go back to the Spiritual Painting Avatar to transform into a butterfly. Don't push yourself too hard."
Indeed.
