In the endless nothingness, an occasional space storm raged. Meteors also surged past from time to time, which echoed out loud noises that reverberated throughout the heaven and earth.
Whoosh!
In the boundless heaven and earth, a flash of light passed by as a dusty young figure was looking around. It seemed as the figure was searching for something important.
"The Lower Plane from which Reverend White Dragon came from should be in this direction," the young figure murmured to himself as he looked down at the back of his hand from time to time. There, a white dragon rune gave off a bright white light.
This figure was naturally Mu Chen. Since leaving the North Region, he had been on his own for three months. For those three months, he had never stopped, ceaselessly following the direction of the dragon rune's navigation and constantly heading southwest of the Great Thousand World.