For over twenty years, he had been busy cultivating and hadn’t paid attention to Fanming’s route.
Frowning slightly, Wang Ba imdiately took out the ring engraved with the pavilion pattern.
Mana infused, and the shadow of a map erged instantly.
As his gaze swept over it, Wang Ba couldn’t help but feel a slight shock.
"So, I have flown to the edge?"
The map revealed by the ring is a long strip surrounding him, with Little Cang World located at a point at the very bottom, just a hair’s breadth from the map’s edge.
As for the location of Hundred Ghost Mountain, it was sowhat further away from here.
Looking at the map’s edge, a pang of curiosity rose in Wang Ba’s heart.
"The Realm Sea is said to be boundless, yet why does this map have edges?"
"Is it rely hearsay, or is it because the map is limited?"
Quickly scanning through, he found that at the very bottom edge of the map, there were almost no yellow dots.
With a flicker in his heart:
"If my guess is correct, each yellow dot represents a force, aning near the edges, hardly any forces exist... is it due to danger, or is it too barren? Or perhaps, simply unknown, hence not recorded?"
Various doubts flashed fleetingly in his mind.
His heart increasingly yearned to communicate with the forces here.
Yet he quickly made a decision:
"Continue flying towards the edges, as luckily, it’s also in a direction away from Hundred Ghost Mountain..."
He then simply sat cross-legged on the Realm mbrane, ordered Fanming, and observed the surroundings.
anwhile, comparing the changes of the green dot, representing Little Cang World’s position on the map.
He soon noticed that Fanming’s speed had unexpectedly increased by more than twenty percent.
Although burdened by Little Cang World, the speed can’t match previously at Hundred Ghost Mountain, yet Wang Ba was quite satisfied.
"It seems it’s due to digesting quite a bit of Chaos Origin Substance... If there’s more leisurely ti later, perhaps let it consu more."
Wang Ba mused quietly in his heart.
Fanming’s role grew ever more apparent in this boundless Realm Sea.
Without Fanming, Little Cang World wouldn’t freely co and go, and if truly followed by enemies, it would be exceedingly troubleso.
At the mont, he activated the Wind-Driving Staff, using the wind beneath Fanming’s wings to further accelerate Fanming forward.
Not knowing how long he had flown.
The green dot on the map finally reached the very edge.
And at the sa ti, under Wang Ba’s command, Fanming gently flapped its wings and stopped in the Void.
Standing alone on the surface of Little Cang World’s Realm mbrane, Wang Ba gazed into the distant Void, a rare dazed look appearing in his usually calm and composed eyes.
The distant Void was clear and bright, empty.
Yet, wielding the Wind-Driving Staff, he distinctly sensed the seemingly endless wind emanating from this void...
"Immortal Forbidden Land!?"
"The edge of the map is... Immortal Forbidden Land!?"
Full circle, he found himself back on the outskirts of the Immortal Forbidden Land.
At this mont, Wang Ba was utterly shocked.
This further birthed a thought in his heart:
Could it be... The original Little Cang World is actually within this map?
"No, the location of Little Cang World, according to Senior Jiang Yi, is considered the Outer Sea. Whereas, according to the Hundred Ghost Mountain’s Corpse-digging Ghost King, here is the Sea of Chaos Realm... The nas shouldn’t be randomly chosen and probably aren’t the sa place..."
He lacked sufficient evidence, but his instinct as a Cultivator made him quite certain.
"So, the escape route Double-Pupil Taoist had left for himself was within this Sea of Chaos Realm, is actually not far from the Immortal Forbidden Land itself..."
"Wait... I know why there are almost no forces existing at the very bottom of the map!"
In an instant, Wang Ba understood.
There’s only one reason: Double-Pupil Taoist has long harvested all the surrounding Domain of the Immortal Forbidden Land, so there are no forces left at the very bottom of the map.
"Thus, the extent affected by the Immortal Forbidden Land is far larger than I imagined!"
Wang Ba’s gaze swept across the map, thoughts strayed in his heart, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.
Originally, he thought he was too far from the Immortal Forbidden Land, so he didn’t take Wu Monkey King’s previous suggestion to heart, but when he was only a thought away from the Immortal Forbidden Land, rare hesitation still erged within him.
"Corpse-folding... Crossing Tribulation..."
A Corpse-folding in Perfect State can almost be regarded as a Tribulation Crossing Practitioner.
He couldn’t imagine if Little Cang World had a Tribulation Crossing Practitioner stationed, how comfortable life would be.
Originally, he dared not hope to cultivate the corpse of the Six-fingered Divine Demon to perfection, but coming back to the outskirts of the Immortal Forbidden Land sparked a bit of unlikely desire within him.
Hesitating, he instructed Fanming to continue staying in place, while he, wielding the Wind-Driving Staff, flew directly towards the void—Immortal Forbidden Land.
He soon felt the gentle wind, of course, this so-called gentleness was only relative to him.
Even if a Nascent Soul Cultivator unintentionally intruded here, they’d instantly be reduced to nothingness.
And Wang Ba harbored no doubt.
"This indeed is the Immortal Forbidden Land."
His heart sank slightly.
After pondering briefly at where he stood, he then took out an Array Plate from his sleeve.
This Array Plate was given to him by Ji Ying earlier, specifically for collecting resentnt.
Originally intended for occasional use, now it ca in handy.
Mana infused.
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