Several days later, Whale Yihun and Yuan Gang fled in succession to a small island that looked entirely unremarkable. It was barely a dozen or so miles across, and a few Purification Lotuses grew there, though they were extremely scarce.
Just as Yuan Gang was wondering what was so special about the place, Whale Yihun repeatedly struck at empty space with his palm. He seemed to be hitting nothing at all, but as he struck more and more often, the entire island began to shake violently. Then it split in two, revealing a deep passage between the halves. The passage had only opened halfway when Lu Xiaotian and the others arrived one after another.
"Another entirely new place." Lu Xiaotian followed close behind the two as they descended. All around them, clusters of liquid droplets of varying sizes floated in the air, like strings of pearls. Their faint light refracted through this unfamiliar land, scattering a brilliant array of colors.
As for Whale Yihun and Yuan Gang, without Lu Xiaotian's ability to sense the fragments of the World-Mending Stone, he would never have been able to find them.
"Can you sense where they are?" The middle-aged Daoist nun and the old man in black robes had also entered a place like this for the first time. They had completely lost track of Whale Yihun and Yuan Gang's auras, and could only turn to Lu Xiaotian.
"This place is extremely strange. My senses aren't nearly as clear as before; I can only get a vague idea." Lu Xiaotian shook his head and lied. Of course he could sense them, but what mattered most to him was how to claim the fragments of the World-Mending Stone for himself. Failing that, he at least needed to buy enough time to fully open the