Star Sand filled the sky like an enormous, flowing oil painting in dazzling colors. Han Shuo calmed his mind and gazed upward, slowly extending his Divine Sense outward...
A Lower God who cultivated the Law of Destruction just as he did was in the northwest. That latent aura of destruction was terrifying. The instant Han Shuo's Divine Sense touched it, destructive power began to corrode it, and he hurriedly evaded it. Han Shuo understood that this should be where Behemoth was.
Skirting Behemoth, Han Shuo continued extending his Divine Sense. Water and fire elements were highly concentrated in one area. A thought struck him, and he knew that this should be where Cyclops and Gorandel were staying. One cultivated the power of water, the other the power of fire. As the saying went, fire and water did not mix, yet these two got along remarkably well, which was quite unexpected.
Around Cyclops and Gorandel, Han Shuo also sensed the auras of many demons. What he could be certain of was that Cyclops and Gorandel should have brought their personal guards as well.
Quietly withdrawing his Divine Sense, Han Shuo exhaled softly and gazed into the void. His Divine Sense entered a state of emptiness as he leisurely awaited the moment the Starry Sandstream disappeared.
An unknown amount of time passed before enormous waves suddenly rose through the brilliantly colored void, as though a huge boulder had been thrown into a pool. Dazzling colors interwove and shot through the void, and streaks of multicolored light flashed past like meteors, darting away like javelins.
After a dizzying display of brilliant light, the Starry Sandstream drifted into the distance like ripples on water. A grayish-brown entrance, where various powers twisted into a vortex, suddenly appeared in midair. The vortex was enormous and