Chu Mo slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression already calm again.
"Nothing," he said casually, then transformed into a streak of light and flew deeper into the Turbid Abyss Sea.
Youzhen followed, bewildered. He was about to ask when Chu Mo suddenly transmitted his voice:
"Senior brother, have you ever heard the term 'True Realm'?"
Youzhen paused, frowning in thought for a moment. "True Realm? I've never heard of it. Where did you learn of it, junior brother?"
"..." Seeing his reaction, Chu Mo could only shake his head.
I really am being foolish. I knew he wouldn't know, yet I asked anyway.
Neither spoke again, flying onward in silence.
Inky clouds hung low over the Turbid Abyss Sea, its waters dark as an abyss. Here and there stood islands inhabited by rogue cultivators, where cries of surprise rose at the sight of their Rainbow Light. They had flown only a few hundred miles when a thin gleam suddenly appeared where sea met sky ahead.
At first, the light was faint, like the first hint of dawn. Then it rapidly spread, suffusing half the heavens.
"This is..." Youzhen abruptly stopped and looked up.
Amid the light of the sky, clouds churned and gathered, rosy radiance flowing through them. The once ink-dark heavens now shone with breathtaking splendor. A gentle breeze suddenly swept across the sea.
The wind carried not a trace of briny tang, only a clear, cleansing purity. As it brushed their faces, their spirits cleared and their souls gently stirred.
"It's the fate-numen blessing!" Youzhen perked up, delight entering his eyes. "It's finally here!"
Chu Mo also raised his head to watch.
The clouds and radiance filling the sky gathered ever more densely, gradually becoming layer upon layer of auspicious clouds. Their wisps were not pure white, but