After leaving Fentian Continent, Liu Xi wandered westward, drifting through the Northwest Region.
At Liu Xi's level, if he wished to conceal his tracks, no one could possibly discover him. His journey had been carefree enough.
He was not someone burdened by family, nor did he even possess an established foundation. It could be said that he had no weaknesses to exploit.
The Mo Ke Ancient Clan could not find him personally, nor could they uncover even the slightest trace of him.
Whenever he encountered a city, he would stroll through it; whenever he came across ruins, he would explore them. He had obtained countless treasures and divine abilities along the way.
There was simply nothing particularly useful.
The higher one's cultivation, the higher one's standards.
Even Sacred Artifacts failed to catch Liu Xi's eye. However, he had discovered an interesting divine ability: a quasi-Absolute Divine Ability—the Great Tracking Technique.
As long as one possessed a trace of the target's aura, even if they were separated by half the Great Thousand World, they could lock onto the owner of that aura.
It was quite interesting, though somewhat useless.
Until one day.
Liu Xi stood in midair, an interested look appearing on his face as he gazed toward the southeast. Within his perception...
Far to the southeast, above the sea ten thousand miles away, intense spatial fluctuations suddenly arose.
"Are ruins emerging, or are powerful experts battling? Interesting. I'll go take a look."
Liu Xi said with a smile, then took a step forward. The space before him split open directly. Once Liu Xi entered the rift, it swiftly closed behind him.
Above a certain sea.
The void suddenly twisted, radiating intense spatial fluctuations. Spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered there as wild winds swept up lightning, raising waves