Tap, tap, tap!
The myna bird was like an industrious woodpecker. Beneath its beak, the white stuff crumbled away like loose sand.
Fang Chen was astonished. Over the past five hundred years, he had often struck this part of the stone wall with the Floating Immortal Sword, but the white bird droppings had been so hard that even the sword could barely cut them. Now, beneath the myna bird's beak, they were soft.
Three days later, the myna bird finally broke through the passage. No powerful surge of energy rushed in from outside.
The myna bird immediately sent out its Spiritual Sense. Space was stable throughout its range, and there was no Spatial Storm outside.
The next moment, the myna bird flew out. The Black Stone had fallen onto a riverbank. Dense forest stretched as far as the eye could see on both sides, but the river itself had run dry.
At the sight, the myna bird sent Fang Chen a message. "Fang Chen, there's no storm out here! Come out, all of you!"
Hearing it, Fang Chen immediately had Little Crane carry him and the Chaos Heart-Devouring Worm out.
Once they had flown out of the Black Stone, Little Crane released them both.
"Whew... the Spiritual Power here is so rich!"
As soon as Fang Chen emerged from Little Crane, a dense wave of Spiritual Qi washed over him.
Rumble!
Thunder rolled overhead. Fang Chen looked up and saw lightning flashing across the sky, along with terrifying Space Rifts.
Though the Spatial Storm still raged above, space near the ground had stabilized. A lush primeval forest lay in the distance, while the great stone that had sheltered them had crashed into a dry River Valley, gouging out a huge pit.
Fang Chen knew their stone must have fallen out