At the heart of the sea, hurricane winds whipped up raging waves and furious currents.
A white Escape Light ripped through the storm, crossing several miles in an instant before suddenly halting. Around it, the winds and waves of a hundred meters radius were suppressed by an invisible force and gradually calmed.
The Escape Light slowly faded, revealing a handsome young man in a green robe.
This man was none other than Xu Mu, who was rushing to the spatial rift.
"I can't fly any further; if I attract the attention of the people from Butian Pavilion, it will be troublesome!" Xu Mu muttered under his breath.
The island where the spatial rift was located was only three to five hundred miles away. If he flew any further, he would enter the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator's range of awareness. If there happened to be a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator stationed on the island, even if they weren't aware of his intentions towards the Xuan Yang Secret Realm, they would undoubtedly be alert.
