Wang Yu's gaze sharpened.
The object in the woman's hand was unmistakably a short section of stark-white bone finger.
As she shook it, the Bone Finger erupted with an unfamiliar aura, which flashed briefly before sinking into the giant black talisman.
The next moment, the giant black talisman swayed and floated down without a sound.
The woman swept her long sleeve, and the enormous talisman rapidly shrank before disappearing into her cuff.
Meanwhile, the wooden door slowly opened outward, with faint wisps of white light seeping from within.
"If you don't go in now, what are you waiting for?" With a flicker, the woman appeared behind Wang Yu. After those indifferent words, she slapped a palm against his shoulder.
Thump.
Wang Yu felt a tremendous force surge against his back. With a quick thought, he offered no resistance, and his body involuntarily rose into the air and flew through the open wooden door.
Boom.
White light swept across Wang Yu's vision, and his legs abruptly plunged into a stretch of sand. When he raised his head and looked around, astonishment appeared on his face.
A boundless expanse of yellow surrounded him. Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but sand.
He was actually standing in a desert.
Wang Yu turned and glanced behind him.
The wooden door that should have been there had vanished without a trace, as though he had appeared directly in this desert.
A flicker of surprise crossed Wang Yu's face. After a moment's thought, he touched a finger between his brows and released his Divine Sense, sweeping it across the surrounding desert.
But barely ten feet from his body, his Divine Sense suddenly sank. It became unbearably heavy, as though trapped in a mire, moving with agonizing slowness. The farther it traveled, the more severe that heaviness