"Here, we'll use the life clock aboard the Spirit Treasure Ship as the standard. We'll gather here again in two days," Lu Yun said.
More than a dozen people nodded one after another, shining the light of their Primordial Spirits upon the clock aboard the ship and synchronizing with it. Then they scattered, preparing to act alone.
Niu Bu kept a straight face and covertly glanced at Wang Xuan, asking whether Kong Ye would travel with him.
"Stay as far away from me as possible. The place I'm going is most likely extremely dangerous!" Wang Xuan used the Wordful Art in secret to carve words directly into his heart, issuing a grave warning.
He planned to probe the edge of the Mysterious Realm. Did that familiar feeling come from the world of light, or from a region within the darkness?
With the Realm Tablet as the dividing line, its two sides were utterly different. One side was strewn with blood and corpses, yet light shone upon it eternally. The other was pitch-black and unfathomable, with no scenery visible at all.
The Old Supernatural Center from the Pre-23rd Era exuded hazy Dao resonance from this dividing line.
Fu Dao Ox shrank his neck and decisively turned around without another word. He would just trust Old Wang—there was surely no problem.
Leng Mei was somewhat worried and secretly asked a few questions as well.
"You and Fu Sheng should follow Lu Yun. Don't stray too far from her. Even if something unexpected happens, it won't become too serious," Wang Xuan said.
He could tell that Lu Yun held a very high status among this group. Even if there were bloody or sordid affairs, no one would likely dare touch her lightly.
Of course, he was merely preparing for the worst in advance.