The instant the two tattered pieces of silk joined completely, all the ancient patterns lit up with a faint yellow glow.
The once obscure, tangled routes connected layer by layer, instantly revealing the void pathways of the entire Returning Ruins Interlayer with perfect clarity.
There were no further phenomena. The faint glow of the patterns faded in a flash, and everything returned to normal.
Having exhausted his mental strength, the Burning Heaven Lord completed this task with his last shred of lucidity. His eyelids fell heavily, his body slumped limply inside the boat, and he lost consciousness once more.
Qin He had no time to spare for the undercurrents in the surrounding void. His gaze fixed on the complete map before him.
At the center of the silk, in a remote corner of the void, someone had deliberately branded a pale red mark.
The mark's lines were warm, carrying an exceedingly faint lingering trace of fire that matched the Burning Heaven Lord's blazing Dao resonance exactly.
This was the mark he had designated in advance, imprinted on the half of the map in his possession.
In other words, even without Qin He's tattered half, the Burning Heaven Lord had already pinpointed the exact location.
He had plotted every step and laid out every arrangement beforehand.
Success truly rested in human hands.
But on further thought, Qin He's brows drew together slightly.
The Returning Ruins Interlayer had neither sky nor earth, neither south nor north.
There were no sun, moon, or stars to serve as references, no mountains or rivers to provide bearings. Even the currents of the void shifted chaotically at every moment.
Ordinary coordinates were utterly meaningless in this chaotic land of death.
Had that demon tide not passed through earlier, barely leaving a blurred trail of movement, he