Two months later.
The flying ship hovered above a desert blanketed in swirling yellow sand.
Song Wen stood at the bow, gazing at the air ahead, obscured by the sandstorm. His eyes gradually turned deep and pitch-black, without a trace of white.
A moment later, the darkness in his eyes faded, and they returned to normal.
"This is the place," Song Wen said calmly.
Qiao Mengyu looked around at the howling sands with some confusion.
"Is there really some sort of spatial rift here? Why can't I sense anything unusual?"
Without waiting for Song Wen to respond, she continued.
"What do we do next?"
"Wait!" Song Wen said. "Though a spatial rift is a weak point in the spatial barrier, with your and my strength, we still cannot forcibly tear it open. I once helped a senior at the Mahayana stage and earned a measure of his favor. That senior promised to lend us a hand and break open the spatial rift. Judging by the time, he should be arriving soon."
"Lei Yue, is that senior you mentioned trustworthy?" Qiao Mengyu asked worriedly.
"Meng Yu, just put your mind at ease. That senior will never mean us harm," Song Wen said with absolute certainty.
In truth, what senior was there?
Song Wen simply did not want Qiao Mengyu to grow suspicious. He intended to release the Heaven-and-Earth Avatar and put on a little show.
"Meng Yu, have you truly thought this through? Do you really wish to descend to the lower realm in my place?"
Qiao Mengyu looked somewhat annoyed, yet her gaze met Song Wen's with gentleness and resolve.
"Lei Yue, how many times have you asked me that along the way? Since I have agreed, I will never regret it. Your affairs are my affairs. Your senior sister