Whoosh!
Xia Ping immediately left the Mountain River Bead space and set off toward a location in the Dragon World under the guidance of Ao Wu, the artifact spirit of the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Talisman.
Yet this nameless sea region had seemed calm and peaceful these past few days, with no Dragon Race Saints appearing. Presumably, the Dragon Race Saints had not yet noticed that several of their kind had vanished and been captured.
After all, no battles had taken place in this sea region, leaving behind few traces.
Moreover, for Dragon Race Saints, entering some cave and sleeping for several hundred years before waking up was an utterly commonplace occurrence.
They had only been missing for a few days, so the many Saints of the Dragon World did not take it seriously at all. They thought those Dragon Race Saints had left the Dragon World to train in other star fields.
If this were truly discovered, the Saints of the entire Dragon God Palace would likely fly into a rage. Dragon Race Saints had actually been captured alive—it was a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering matter.
"Yes, this is the place. Head this way."
Ao Wu, the artifact spirit, directed Xia Ping onward.
Xia Ping activated the Hell Golden Crow Eye, seeing through all illusions. Following the direction Ao Wu indicated, he immediately spotted a tiny spatial crack that appeared to lead to the Dragon World.
Whoosh!
With a flash of his body, he vanished from the spot and entered the spatial crack.
"So this is the place?"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. After passing through the spatial crack, he seemed to traverse thousands upon thousands of layers of dimensional space before finally nearing the Dragon World.
He saw the vast, boundless Dragon World appear before him, like an Ancestral Dragon stretching