"It has been so long. I wonder how Yin Siming and the others are doing..."
Boom!
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Lin Wudao immediately broke through the barrier of the Sea of Bitterness with the mighty power of the Qingshan Demonic God and descended into the Land of Sins.
At this moment, Yin Siming was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the Boat of Paramita that was drifting in the endless Sea of Bitterness, cultivating with all his heart. He was emitting a peaceful aura.
Beside him, Li Zangtian was like a peerless killing god. He held an ancient sword in both hands and looked at the dark Sea of Bitterness quietly. The expression on his face was as cold and indifferent as ever, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
Compared to them, Lu Chentian, who was standing not far away, had a hint of worry and a sigh on his face. In the depths of his eyes, there was a yearning light. He was extremely eager to leave the Land of Sins.
