"Bang!"
With the sound of a watermelon bursting, no trace of Ye Chen's life remained in this world.
Jiang Qiao clapped his hands.
Jiang Qiao fell into thought.
"No wonder even Yang Ling didn't know where the Land of the Cold Crow was. It isn't in this world at all, nor in the Nether Sea as we guessed. It isn't even in the current spacetime."
The Land of the Cold Crow!
This was a place Jiang Qiao had known about for many years.
Bone Fire.
And the later upgraded version, "Stove Fire."
Both were connected to it.
Even the talent "Fate Dice" had mentioned "Nether Sea Appears Xian."
Xian had come from the Land of the Cold Crow.
It was precisely this information, combined with the existence of Cold Crow Ferry on the Nether Sea Shore, that had led Jiang Qiao to believe for a time that the Land of the Cold Crow was in the Depths of the Nether Sea.
"It wouldn't be entirely wrong to say that."
"To return from the Land of the Cold Crow, you have to pass through the Nether Sea."
"But you can't get there from the Nether Sea."
"Changyang Mountain..."
"I never imagined that Changyang Mountain would conceal a passage leading to the River of History. Even more unexpectedly, the so-called Land of the Cold Crow would be an island in the River of History."
To be honest.
Jiang Qiao had been somewhat shaken when he first heard this explanation.
He had even suspected that Ye Chen was lying.
According to Ye Chen.
In his early years.
Relying on the special trait that "the dead" would not be attacked by most evil entities, he had visited many terrifying places. While exploring Changyang Mountain, he had lost his way and accidentally entered a strange,