Lower Moon Island

Seeing Chen Changming so indifferent, as if he did not care much about the Lower Ancient Moon Secret Realm, complex emotions surged in Han Xueyi's heart, and she could not help but sigh softly.

Although she had heard that once one entered the Lower Ancient Moon Secret Realm, they would be randomly teleported to different locations, she hoped from the bottom of her heart that Senior Chen would also be able to enter. If the two of them were to meet, she would have an extra layer of powerful protection.

A body cultivator comparable to a Nascent Soul—what an invincible existence such strength would be in the Lower Ancient Moon Secret Realm. Whenever Han Xueyi thought of this, her mood became incredibly agitated, difficult to contain.

"Heh." Chen Changming seemed to see through Han Xueyi's thoughts and smiled dismissively. "As for opportunities, one does their best and leaves the rest to fate. Do not take it too much to heart; after all, for so many years, no one has been able to obtain the inheritance within the Lower Ancient Moon Secret Realm."

"I understand, Senior."

Han Xueyi straightened her expression, tidied her messy dark hair, and gradually calmed her mood.

The spirit boat continued to cut across the horizon.

Twenty days later.

The spirit boat flew into the Cangming Sea Region.

Whoosh, whoosh...

The winds and waves in this sea region were immense; gusts of gale surged, whipping up waves that reached five or six zhang in height.

From time to time, beasts from the sea would leap out of the water, only to crash back down heavily, splashing even larger sprays.

Three days later.

"Senior, up ahead is Lower Moon Island."

Han Xueyi gazed at a lush green island amidst the wind and waves in the distance and said