"Brother Hang, rest easy. Once you shatter the void and reach the Primordial World, I'll follow the Dao traces to find you at once."
No sooner had Su Mu finished speaking than his figure began dispersing inch by inch into a skyful of luminous blue specks. Each speck surged with terrifyingly pure power, and in an instant, they gently enveloped Zhou Hang and Mingche, who stood frozen on the spot.
Almost simultaneously, spiritual light suddenly surged through the ground beneath their feet. A teleportation formation engraved all over with Ancient Primordial Patterns abruptly appeared, spiritual light rumbling at its core.
The formation's markings spun rapidly with the spiritual light. After just three rotations, they tore through space with Zhou Hang and Mingche, vanishing into the depths of the boundless forest.
Only after the three had been gone for nearly an hour and the forest had regained its former stillness did a crocodile head covered in thick green armor cautiously emerge from behind the stout trunk of a thousand-year-old banyan.
A pair of grayish-yellow eyes larger than millstones swiveled, sweeping over the faint spatial fluctuations left behind by the vanished teleportation formation.
A low, croaking sigh rose from the crocodile's throat. "Incredible, truly incredible! Those people's identities are probably several ranks above even this world's Heavenly Dao! And that formation led to the legendary Primordial World, where countless races stand side by side and supreme treasures cover the land!"
The crocodile shook his head, scraping a large chunk of bark off with his wrinkled hide, then smacked his mouth full of sharp teeth.
He muttered quietly again, "This is an opportunity as great as the heavens. I must keep this secret well hidden and plan things out slowly. Perhaps one day, I, Spirit Crocodile, will get to visit the Primordial World,