That very day, Lin Mo bid farewell to Xuanyuan Hong and Hai Dafu and set out for Southern Wilds Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain.
Lin Mo had originally intended to make this journey alone, but Gongsun Fu firmly insisted on accompanying him. With no other choice, he agreed.
Riding the Nine-Colored Auspicious Clouds through the skies of the Divine Land for the first time in ages, Lin Mo felt a deep nostalgia for the familiar breeze and air.
Indeed, however magnificent the scenery in foreign lands might be, it could never erase one's longing and affection for home.
Visiting the Divine Land for the first time, Gongsun Fu gazed at the scenery around her and could not help exclaiming, "How beautiful!"
"So this is the Divine Land? Its scenery is even more spectacular than our Kunlun Continent's!"
Lin Mo smiled faintly. "I've heard that the scenery of the Kunlun Continent is unique even among the lower planes."
"But for a wanderer who has spent so long away, the most irreplaceable beauty naturally belongs to their own homeland."
After roughly half a day's travel, Lin Mo brought Gongsun Fu from the Deep Sea Imperial City to the Southern Wasteland.
The magnificent city before them, stretching a thousand miles across, was the Southern Wasteland's main city, Shadow Ink State.
While still dozens of miles away, Lin Mo noticed something and frowned slightly. He guided the Nine-Colored Auspicious Clouds down from the sky, landing twenty miles north of the city gates.
The sudden descent caught Gongsun Fu off guard. Puzzled, she asked, "Young Master Lin, aren't we heading to Ten Thousand Fiends Mountain? Why did we suddenly land?"
Lin Mo said gravely, "While we were in the air, I noticed an extremely strange formation shrouding the sky above Shadow Ink State."
"This formation