The two of them continued on for a short time in the wilderness, eventually stopping in the deep ranges of the massive mountains that marked the border between Changbao and the Flying Immortal.
"Are we there?" Looking around at the barren mountains and dense forests, Wang Zijia asked in confusion.
At that moment, the two of them were floating not too high in the sky, looking down below, they saw endless towering mountains, barren jungles, numerous fierce beasts, and demons constantly fighting.
Li Xingming flashed Wang Zijia a comforting smile, then pulled out a special command symbol.
As Li Xingming activated the symbol and a bright spiritual light emerged, he again drove the flying boat, carrying Wang Zijia, and crashed down towards the base of a mountain below.
"Hmm? A formation?!" A sense of space displacement swept over them as a strong wave of the illusion formation fluctuated.
Wang Zijia became slightly cautious, but not to the point of panic.
