White mist drifted leisurely.
Pitch-black and oval, like an egg, the Little Cang Realm surged through the white mist surrounding it as though cleaving wind and waves, stirring up countless waves of mist.
A transparent protective barrier enveloped the Little Cang Realm, dividing its surroundings from the white mist outside into two sharply distinct regions.
Wang Ba sat cross-legged on the boundary membrane.
He wielded the Wind-Driving Staff while maintaining the Immortal Essence Treasure Basin's position, letting it receive as much of the buffeting white mist and wind as possible to convert into more Sea Pearls.
Beside the Immortal Essence Treasure Basin, the Wu Ape King clung to the outside of the protective barrier, allowing the fierce headwind to temper his body. Compared to the previous winds, however, its effects had clearly diminished somewhat.
The Wu Ape King paid it no mind, his heart calm and unruffled.
Wang Ba swept his gaze over him and nodded slightly.
Then he looked into the distance.
White mist stretched endlessly. Even a Void Refinement cultivator's extraordinary mental stamina could not prevent exhaustion of mind and spirit after flying through it for a while.
Especially when he also had to wield the Wind-Driving Staff, constantly drawing upon the surrounding winds.
Though he merely guided the prevailing forces, consuming little Law Power and needing only to replenish it regularly, the mental strain was difficult to dispel quickly.
Still, with his resolve and abilities, persisting for another eighty or a hundred years would pose no great problem.
His only concern now was whether the route Yu Wuhen had worked out herself would actually prove viable.
As he was thinking, something suddenly stirred in his awareness, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.
"So soon."
With a flicker of thought, an opening appeared in the