Blood Heaven Continent, the renowned land of demon beasts, hovering over a giant lake on the Falling Tide Grasslands, Han Li and his group were piloting an inconspicuous flying boat through the air.
Han Li stood at the forefront of the flying boat, his face expressionless, giving no hint of his thoughts.
Standing slightly behind, Zhu Guo'er and Ancestor Hua Shi appeared somewhat dejected.
Not long ago, they had just finished probing the final Ancient Altar on the grasslands, but still found nothing, which greatly frustrated the two.
Suddenly, a clear buzzing sound emanated from Han Li's body.
With a flicker in his expression, Han Li shook his sleeve, and immediately a pale blue Array Plate flew out, its surface showing a dozen silver glyphs, shimmering with faint spiritual light.
"Let's go, head to the nearby Tianma City." Han Li squinted his eyes, issuing the command without any hesitation.
