"You..."
Dai Mubai looked at Zhao Xuan, who only smiled without speaking, and felt his teeth ache. Deliberately piquing someone's curiosity without explaining anything—this guy's nasty sense of humor really had not changed.
"Ah, forget it. What are you planning to do next?"
"Rest for a few days, then go somewhere to fulfill an agreement."
"Where?"
"Can't say, can't say..."
"Heh..."
Dai Mubai suddenly had the urge to hit someone.
After resting in Star Luo City for several days, Zhao Xuan bid farewell to Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing and swiftly headed toward the southwestern region of the Star Luo Empire. Several hundred kilometers beyond the southwestern coast lay the strange and eerie Land of Fallen Gods—Ghost Island.
He had not brought Hermione this time. Zhao Xuan's speed reached its utmost limit as he raced alone across the boundless sea. Trails of lightning tore through the sky, leaving brilliant arcs of electricity that bloomed like fireworks before swiftly fading away.
After flying for several hours, Zhao Xuan finally caught sight of that isolated island far out at sea. On the vast island stood a towering mountain, like a colossal pillar holding up the heavens. It looked exceptionally majestic, its lofty peak piercing the clouds amid swirling mist, like an immortal mountain beyond the sea.
But only those who had been here could understand the terror hidden within.
Following the familiar route to the cave entrance, Zhao Xuan stared at the pitch-black opening. After taking a deep breath, he resolutely stepped inside.
He proceeded deeper through the dark, damp cave. The surroundings were black as night, and all five senses had been suppressed to their lowest point. He had no idea how far he had walked when, after taking a certain step, his entire field of vision underwent a heaven-shaking