It was also 297 years ago.
At the border of the Extreme Domain.
Port Star, Banderil.
The teleportation array flashed, and four figures stepped out.
At the front was, naturally, Sun Ying, clad in light armor.
The three following behind her were Xu Xiao, who had lost her memories; Armstrong, the personal guard of Spirit King Arthur; and Joanna, the observer and recorder assigned to this secret mission.
Looking at the darkened horizon in the distance and the sparse merchant ships in view, Xu Xiao, her face veiled with a thin layer of gauze as a simple disguise, could not help but ask:
"Didn't you say we were going somewhere secluded?"
"This place... doesn't seem very suitable either, does it?"
Sun Ying, who had only just left the teleportation array, was also surveying the surroundings. Hearing the woman's question, she turned back and replied:
"This is merely the last transit point with a cross-domain teleportation array."
"To blow the conch and summon the Myriad Realm Trader, we still need to cross the border and venture deep into the unexplored region."
"Oh, okay..." Xu Xiao nodded, withdrawing her gaze from the silver-white mask on Sun Ying's face.
She did not know whether it was an illusion, but she always felt that after putting on that silver-white skull mask, Sun Ying had become like a completely different person.
A Mythic-quality pseudo-unique item could certainly conceal one's true identity.
But the truth...
seemed to be something else entirely?
The intuition carved into a god's instincts had already given Xu Xiao a faint warning when she first met Sun Ying three years ago—
she would either ascend to a higher level because of this Spirit Clan Wild Hunt, or die by her hand.
It was a passive perception gained only after ascending to godhood,