"Wayfinder."
Wen Ju looked at Wayfinder, flapping its wings in midair like a living creature, and could not help but sigh.
Click—
Wayfinder was not beautiful, but it was shocking enough.
It made a mechanical sound, turned its head in the air, and flew in a certain direction.
"Is it leading the way for me?" Wen Ju understood Wayfinder's intent and realized its true purpose.
This was one of the many contingencies Ji Chao had left behind.
Click—
Wayfinder made another mechanical sound, rose higher, and circled above Wen Ju.
"Ah!" Wen Ju came to his senses and hurriedly hoisted the carrying pole onto his shoulders again, following Wayfinder's path.
Wayfinder flew ahead. When it passed through a stretch of high sky, ripples like water appeared in the air.
The ripples spread wider and wider. A curtain of light slowly emerged, then opened like a doorway, revealing a gap.
Wen Ju did not delay and quickly stepped through it.
After an unknown length of time, he finally set foot once more on the land known as the Central Plains.
Before the gap closed, Wen Ju stood within the Central Plains, staring blankly out beyond them.
It was a wild, untamed land, filled with the bloody and tragic memories of the four of them.
One excelled at divining immortal arts, one was taciturn, one was carefree and boisterous, and one only knew how to run away.
They had once crossed plateaus, traveled through basins, and roamed seas of forest, resolving unimaginable, terrifying dangers for the land they loved through slaughter and roars.
It was a story that should not have been forgotten, yet was destined never to be recorded—a legend Wen Ju did not even dare imagine.
As he looked upon that wild land, tears spilled from his eyes.
"Ah... ahhh—"