Seeing the reaction from the Golden Monkey Statue, Xu Zimo hurriedly took it out.
Radiance burst forth from it, dispersing all the mist.
Xu Zimo's vision became vastly clearer.
Xu Zimo felt that the Golden Monkey Statue seemed to have formed a connection, guiding him forward.
The spatial turbulence around him howled and roared, growing ever stronger. With every step, Xu Zimo felt increasing strain.
Following the guidance of the golden monkey in his hand, he trudged forward with difficulty.
Within this world, he had lost his sense of direction. He could not even find the entrance through which he had come and could only follow the Golden Monkey Statue in his hand.
Following that unseen guidance.
After walking for a long, long time within the Road of No Return, Xu Zimo felt the pressure on his body growing heavier and heavier.
It was as though he were carrying a mountain on his back as he moved forward.
His head felt muddled, and his legs seemed filled with lead, too heavy to move.
Moreover, Xu Zimo had already lost track of time here. He could only advance; he had no other choice.
Who knew how much time passed like this? The spatial turbulence around him grew fiercer, and the pressure on his body grew heavier.
Days, months—who knew how much time had slipped away.
Finally, one day, Xu Zimo dragged his exhausted body to the front of a valley.
Before the valley, the light of the Golden Monkey Statue suddenly vanished, and its previous guidance was gone as well.
Xu Zimo slowly entered the valley, as though he had stepped into an entirely different world.
Before this, as he walked, it had felt like he was crossing a desert—desolate and monotonous.
Yet after entering the valley, not only had the