Wang Lin’s eyes stared at the anomaly. It was a sandy patch filled with black sand and its area was not small. It was almost a few thousand square meters wide.
In reality, there was some remnant mana there. However, as too much time had passed, most of it could barely be felt.
Looking at the patch of sand, it was likely that it was much larger before. However, it was shrinking. Without any external interference, it would soon disappear with the flow of time.
However, one could sense how ancient and old this Outer Realm was. The patch of sand was likely to have been there for more than ten thousand years. It could even be older and for a few thousand square meters to be preserved till now, it was no mean feat.
Of course, what made Wang Lin stop was not the cultivation mastery of this person. He himself was probably stronger.
What he paid attention to was its source. The mana from this black path of sand was very familiar to Wang Lin.
