In this silver sea, where almost no living creatures could be seen apart from Time Spirits, the only signs of life came from martial artists of various factions who had likewise entered the Sea of Time to explore.
Qin Yan immediately activated the darkness force throughout his body.
Inky black light enveloped him in layer after layer. Then he summoned his lunar yin force, and pitch-black Lunar Yin light spread over the darkness force like a thin veil.
Under the combined concealment of darkness force and lunar yin force, Qin Yan's presence vanished completely, as though he had merged with the surrounding silver seawater.
He found a secluded spot and quietly hid himself.
Soon, two young men in yellow robes swept over from nearby, passing right through the area where Qin Yan had just been.
Exquisite black patterns were embroidered along the edges of their yellow robes, and both exuded the aura of Peak Grandmasters.
"Senior Brother, we're almost at that Time Cave, aren't we?"
One of the men spoke, his voice tinged with anticipation and excitement.
"Almost. I paid a fortune to get this map to the Time Cave from a senior brother. It can't be wrong!"
The other man held a map as he spoke.
The map was silver all over, its light alternately brightening and dimming.
The two kept changing direction, moving left, then right, forward, then back.
At last, they flew off in one direction.
A Time Cave, huh? Anyone who finds it deserves a share. I'll follow them and take a look too, Qin Yan thought, a flicker of interest crossing his eyes.
With his aura suppressed, he followed the two Origin Hall Disciples silently, like a leaf blending into the water.
That was right—the yellow robes those two disciples wore were the mark of