"Come on!"
Inside the secret chamber, Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged, surrounded by a heap of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
In his left hand, he held a round object, the mysterious Stone Bead he had just borrowed from Wang Lin.
Sss.
As a trace of Chen Zhixing's Divine Thought surged into the mysterious Stone Bead.
A row of ancient obscure characters instantly appeared on the surface of the Stone Bead.
Chen Zhixing's vision became increasingly blurred, wisps of white fog beginning to emerge.
He knew that he was about to enter the void space of tenfold times speed within the mysterious Stone Bead.
Swish!
At the moment of entering the Stone Bead space, Chen Zhixing swept his wide sleeves, immediately rolling up the pile of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
A moment later.
Chen Zhixing slowly opened his eyes, only to see endless white fog around him, seemingly without an end.
