Just as Ian touched the Dead River Armament, his eyes began to spin with one after another hazy vortex of mist.
Endless light and shadow intertwined with blurry fragments of illusion to form one different world and omen after another.
Different from prophetic dreams, and also different from that vague prophecy eight years ago, this time, what appeared before Ian's eyes were omens that seemed as real as life itself.
And the first omen soon emerged before Ian's gaze.
It was a rather ordinary tavern with only a clean-looking signboard, where weeds half a man's height grew at the entrance, and on a tree nearby hung a huge wasp nest. With the moist air of the impending rain, the wasps buzzed anxiously, disturbing the passersby.
From this overly natural setting, it was evident that this place was in South Ridge.
Especially the wasps, as big as half a palm, were clearly a specialty of South Ridge, just like the 'Nanling Great Mantis' that was almost as big as a shoe sole.
