If Wu Feng had not mastered the Power of Rules, allowing him to transfer his primordial spirit consciousness the instant his avatars were devoured, he would have died countless times by now.
In the end, Wu Feng's dozen or so avatars finally reached the bottom of the abyss.
It was a vast ocean.
There were still countless fish and vicious beasts in the ocean.
These vicious beasts also began closing in around him.
Wu Feng directly opened a projection of the River of Time.
Strands of Time Power swirled around Wu Feng as he performed repeated deductions.
After deducing the sole point in time when he could safely reach Divine Monkey Island, Wu Feng plunged into it.
It sounded like a long time, but in reality, it took Wu Feng less than the time needed to finish a cup of tea to complete everything and descend onto Divine Monkey Island, more than a thousand miles from the Abyss of the North Sea.
The interior of Divine Monkey Island was filled with countless beings that looked extraordinarily powerful.
Yet in Wu Feng's perception, these beings were orderly and did not interfere with one another.
The main reason was that these powerful beings were bound by various formations. They stayed within their own territories and lived their own carefree lives.
"Who goes there?"
Suddenly, after Wu Feng's divine sense had swept over Divine Monkey Island for a while, a voice rang in his ears.
Wu Feng followed the voice and extended his spiritual perception over, seeing a man who appeared to be covered in a metallic sheen.
The man possessed a mechanical beauty that was difficult to describe.
He was a machine composed of metal, and the aura he gave off belonged to the Late Saint level.
Wu Feng flew over and