Half a day later.
The desolate desert gradually disappeared, replaced by rolling hills and ravines.
Above a canyon that was dozens of feet deep, a white cloud slowly drifted by.
On the white cloud, a middle-aged man in a red robe was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed; it was Zhao Sheng's new form.
At this moment, he opened his spirit, fully focusing on sensing the Space-Time Beacon outside.
Perhaps due to being separated by a layer of Grotto Heaven, the Space-Time Beacon felt faint and elusive.
After hundreds of repeated attempts, Zhao Sheng was surprised to find the Space-Time Beacon constantly changing, like a buoy floating on the water, undulating with the waves.
After a tea break's time, Zhao Sheng calmly opened his eyes and reached down with one hand.
With a rumble, a giant hand of Thunder Light appeared out of nowhere, grabbing a cyan Giant Stone from the surface and tossing it far away.
