A Girl's Blush Was the Deepest Confession

Deep in the depths of the boundless sky, a profoundly penetrating, mournful cry rang out.

At once, the vast Night Mist Sea trembled without end.

The voice was long and desolate, striking directly at the soul like the call of a deep-sea whale. Yet its hoarse, low sobbing and bone-deep loneliness were many times more intense.

Qin Ming, who had been hurrying along, suddenly raised his head and once again saw that enormous beast. It flapped its boundless, magnificent flesh wings, blotting out the entire night sky as it carried a glowing city on its back.

It circled upward several times, appearing ready to charge beyond the canopy of heaven, but finally fell back down.

A group of powerful recluses wanted to leave the Night Mist World and break into the resplendent star sea. They tried once every few decades.

Qin Ming looked up and muttered, "No wonder there's no bloodshed or chaos in this region. A group of recluses with little life left truly commands authority. Even the Supreme Dao Fields wouldn't dare offend them lightly."

"Just how did the Land of Fate come into being? It actually made these people believe that ascending from here offered hope of breaking their predetermined destinies and rewriting their lives."

Qin Ming stood upon the earth and waited for a long time.

If those experts failed, would they plummet like meteors?

That would truly be "when one whale falls, ten thousand things thrive."

The Starsea Behemoth circled for half an hour before finally vanishing beyond the horizon. It had not chosen to burn its boats and make one final attempt.

Qin Ming withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "What was I expecting? Have I really started thinking like a demonic cultivator?"

At the end of the earth came an abnormal trembling