Seeing the response from the Golden Monkey Statue, Xu Zimei hurriedly took it out.
Its brilliance shone forth, dispersing all the mist.
This allowed Xu Zimei's vision to become much broader.
Xu Zimei felt as if the Golden Monkey Statue had formed a connection and was guiding him forward.
The spatial turbulence roared and howled around him, growing stronger and stronger, and with each step, Xu Zimei could feel the struggle.
Following the guidance of the Golden Monkey Statue in his hand, he moved forward with difficulty.
In this world, he had lost his direction and could not even find the entrance from which he came; he could only follow the statue in his hand.
He followed this guidance that seemed to come from the depths of fate.
After what felt like a very long time on this path with no return, Xu Zimei sensed the pressure on his body increasing.
It was as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, moving forward.
