Far away—once a distance Ling Wuyuan had needed to spend a great deal of time to reach.
But now.
With the power of the [Eternal Life Realm], the acceleration of [Abyssal Divine Speed], and the precise guidance of the [Torrent of Destiny].
It took only an extremely short time.
For Ling Wuyuan to successfully find and reach his target.
At this moment.
From his perspective.
That spacetime looked somewhat like a pale golden, glowing disc.
It existed within a rather well-hidden fissure between space and time.
Looking over at it.
Due to the nature of spacetime, the external size it displayed was not actually very large—at most, it was only a few hundred meters in diameter.
But Ling Wuyuan knew perfectly well that this size was merely the shape it presented from the perspective of his naked eye.
Its true size was bound to be immeasurably vast.
After all, spacetime itself was something that could be both great and small.
And according to the information Ling Wuyuan had previously read from the depths of Shen Zhenhai's soul, this spacetime was probably called the [Xikong Immortal Realm].
Er...
Provided those memories had not been tampered with...
Ling Wuyuan felt that there should have been no need for the other party to falsify such irrelevant information.
If even this was fake...
Then Ling Wuyuan could only say that Shen Zhenhai was truly rather miserable.
A pure tool.
After all that, the intelligence in his memories had basically all been fake.
Not only did all kinds of high-level cultivation techniques contain hidden traps, even the hometown in his memories did not match reality at all.
In these respects.
Ling Wuyuan had discovered long ago that some of the high-level cultivation techniques in Shen Zhenhai's mind contained special countermeasures, likely meant to prevent those