Time flashed by, and half a month passed.
During this half month, Lin Ming concealed his aura and constantly shuttled through space. Moreover, the traces left by his spatial traversal were directly smoothed away with World Power.
Therefore, during this time, no one knew his whereabouts. He had vanished from everyone's sight as though he had evaporated from the world.
Half a month later, when he saw the solid earth beneath his feet gradually covered by a layer of black, and the air began to fill with a faint bloody scent and chaotic, mixed aftershocks of energy, Lin Ming arrived at the destination of this trip.
This place was none other than the Black Corner Region. Now, Lin Ming stood in the air, overlooking the silhouettes of cities and faction strongholds below that were both familiar and strange, without the slightest ripple in his heart.
The chaos and danger of the Black Corner Region posed not the slightest threat to him, a Dou Saint. However, he had not come here to reminisce or settle any grudges. He had not even allowed anyone to detect him.
At that moment, Lin Ming's gaze crossed layer upon layer of mountains and buildings, locking onto Jia Nan Academy from afar. Then his figure moved slightly, and in the next instant, he had appeared in the sky above Jia Nan Academy like a ghost.
After so many years, the scenery here remained the same, but the tension and excitement of exploration from back then were gone.
"Open."
A moment later, as Lin Ming slowly extended a finger and tapped lightly, speaking softly, the space where his fingertip touched rippled like a calm water surface struck by a stone, spreading out in circles visible to the naked eye.
Immediately afterward, at the center of the ripples,