West Shore Cyan Mountain.
Lin Changheng floated down gracefully from the Dharma Ship. He landed on a giant boulder on a deserted stretch of riverbank and sat cross-legged.
A river breeze, thick with mist and moisture, immediately brushed past him, feeling quite pleasant.
'The entrance to the Secret Realm is said to be beneath the river's surface.'
Ignoring everyone else, he had already spread his Divine Sense across the river's surface, searching everywhere. But he couldn't find the entrance to the Secret Realm—not even the slightest trace!
'It's hidden so incredibly well.'
If everyone wasn't waiting here, Lin Changheng would have started to doubt whether this was really the entrance at all.
After waiting like this for about three days, the area suddenly grew noisy. Lin Changheng, who had been meditating, sensed the commotion and saw everyone craning their necks to look toward the horizon. His gaze followed theirs.
