The next day.
In the eastern part of Bliss Fairy Island, within a valley more than 1.2 million miles from Immortal City.
Rustle~
Countless spirit birds were desperately beating their wings, trying to shoot from their perches into the high sky, their movements filled with panic.
Shortly after.
Boom! The ground began to tremble violently, the mountains seemed on the verge of collapse, and boulders kept rolling down from both sides of the valley.
A dangerous and profound aura quietly emanated from beneath the valley, quickly enveloping a thousand-mile area.
Zhang Jing stood with his hands behind his back atop the peak of a divine tree at the high point of the valley, his gaze deep, his expression unfathomable.
At a certain moment, he seemed to sense something.
He looked down slightly, his gaze directly falling upon a stone cave at the bottom of the valley that was dozens of feet high and bottomless.
"It's here!" he murmured to himself.
