"They have been gone for almost a day now, they should have already reached that place. We must quicken our pace."
Chen Lin said this as he took out the Spirit Boat from the Storage Ring. The Spirit Boat was unusually broad and exceptionally fast, perfectly suited for long-distance travel.
Lin Chen had seen this object before, yet he still felt a sense of peculiar fascination.
By now, night had fallen, and in the cool night air, a solitary Yin Yue hung high in the sky, shedding a silvery glow that bathed the earth in a blanket of silver.
Within this silver glow, there was a spot of mottled black beneath the crescent moon, as if it were a smudge of ink, marking the Yin Yue with an indelible trace.
This should be what Lin Chen had noticed before, only now, enveloped by the night, the black spot appeared even more terrifying, seeming more viscous than the night itself, etched upon it.
