Under the rash Shang Jianyao's lead, the few of them entered the Sea of Origins and flew straight for the rift that represented Xiaochong.
Due to their increased independence and autonomy, they no longer distinguished who were the wings and who were the main body. They used all the methods they had learned from the Old World's entertainment, such as flying via nimbus clouds or by riding the wind.
Of course, this was mainly to entertain themselves. They—who had already passed through the New World's door—didn't need this in their Sea of Origins. They could go wherever they wanted.
In the blink of an eye, a few Shang Jianyaos floated in the air and surrounded the rift.
They tried their best to look over and realized that there was still a faint glow inside. There were many black shadows, and it was no different from before.
"How can there be no changes?" The rash Shang Jianyao was very disappointed.