Time slowly passes, and one thousand five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
The Tide Realm, the White Raven Realm.
In an independent space.
Milton Cheney slowly opened his eyes, the specks of light swirling around him began to scatter.
One thousand five hundred years, even for Milton, was a considerable amount of time.
After halting the cultivation of the Power of Destiny, Milton made a thought.
The next moment, his body gradually began to dematerialize.
Colouring by the memory, Milton returned again to the Destiny Space of the Tide Realm.
The moment his figure appeared in the Destiny Space, a voice resounded in his mind.
Milton, who appeared in the seat, moved his eyes forward.
The Deep Blue Realm Master appeared in Milton's field of vision.
Faces of the Deep Blue Realm Master were veiled in dark mist, forbidding Milton from seeing his specific features.
"White Raven, you are here."
