For the first month or so, Su Mo could barely rely on his memories to retrace the path they had taken, but after more than a month, he could no longer distinguish the direction at all.
After all, the Sea of Void was boundless, without directions or any reference points.
"Ling Shang, the route shouldn't be wrong, right?" Su Mo stopped and asked Ling Shang.
"It seems... it seems there isn't much difference!" Ling Shang wore a contemplative expression, her words uncertain as well.
"Keep going. As long as we are not heading in the opposite direction, and as long as we are not getting farther and farther away, there is no major problem," Elder Huo Zhong said gravely.
"Alright!" Su Mo nodded. Their direction could not possibly be the complete opposite; he was merely worried about a major deviation.
Then, the three continued flying without slowing down in the slightest.
Now, Su Mo and Ling Shang hoped that the Positioning Compass would locate the location of the Desolate World as soon as possible. That way, they would not take a winding road in vain.
Moreover, once that happened, they could have Elder Huo Zhong carry them as they traveled, greatly increasing their speed. At the very least, they could reach the Desolate World before Di Yihun and Zixiao.
As he flew, a thick tide of longing rose in Su Mo's heart. He missed Xiao Mo, his father, Xi'er, and Mu Li.
More than two hundred years had passed. He had been away from the Desolate World for over two hundred years. He wondered how everyone's cultivation had progressed. Had anyone reached the Divine King Realm?
Su Mo had great confidence in everyone's cultivation. After all, every one of his loved ones possessed top-tier talent.
And if someone had caught