The Confidence to Explore the Magma

Lin Ming smoothed over the space he had passed through, erasing every trace. It was like walking across snow: not only did he have to move quickly, but after every step, he had to restore the footprints and even the disturbed snow around them to their original state, leaving not the slightest clue behind.

Such an operation, refined to the extreme, consumed even more mental focus than Space-Tearing itself.

Only someone like him, who possessed an independent World Origin's power, could accomplish it so thoroughly.

If it were anyone else, even a Dou Sheng, they could at most conceal most of their aura. There was absolutely no way they could perfectly smooth away every microscopic ripple caused by spatial travel.

Time passed quietly amid this dull, arduous journey that demanded absolute vigilance at every moment. Lin Ming was like a lonely traveler in the cosmos, constantly positioning himself in the endless dark void, shuttling through, erasing his traces, then positioning himself again... over and over.

He avoided every known large city and Space Wormhole node. The routes he chose were mostly over deserted mountain ranges, wastelands, and deep seas.

When he was hungry, there was plenty of food in his Inner World; when he was thirsty, there was also clean water he had long prepared in his Inner World, enough to last for decades. When he was tired, he simply rested briefly in his Inner World, chatted with Zi Yan, and looked at her adorable, carefree appearance as she ate Sugar Pills. Then he felt all his exhaustion vanish.

In any case, with his Inner World, nothing was a problem anymore.

And so, time flowed by extremely quickly. One month, two months...

He crossed who knew how many tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, shuttling through countless