His eyes were slightly closed, and the Space Mark between his brows shone brilliantly. Countless obscure Space Talismans flowed around him as he activated Space Power, guiding the streak of light and carving out an unobstructed path through the turbulent currents.
Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin stood behind him, one on each side. Protected by Xiao Ling's Space Power, neither of them felt the slightest bump, as though they were merely standing in a tranquil courtyard.
After an unknown length of travel, Xiao Ling suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through his dark pupils.
His gaze pierced through the dense darkness ahead and settled upon a faint point of light in the distance.
The speck of light was extremely weak, yet it stood out vividly within this deathly void, like a star guiding the way through the night.
As the streak of light drew closer, the distant speck gradually enlarged in their vision. They could vaguely make out a gentle halo floating silently at the end of the void currents.
"We're almost there."
Xiao Ling murmured, a faint smile curling at his lips. He could clearly sense the familiar dragon's might contained within that halo. It was the direction of Ancient Dragon Island, the territory of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan.
As his words fell, the Space Mark between his brows shone even more brightly, while the Space Talismans around him suddenly began to circulate faster.
The dazzling streak of light swelled in response, its speed abruptly soaring as it transformed into a sharp sword that tore through the darkness and shot toward the halo.
As their speed surged, the faint glow finally spread completely across their view. A towering, incomparably majestic island floated squarely in the center of the void currents.
Xiao Ling's gaze sharpened. He