It took Xiao Zi less than two days to travel from Grand Wei to the Great Abyss Gate.
Standing on the head of the snake, Fang Wang looked at the ten peaks of the Great Abyss Gate from afar, a smile appearing on his face.
Seen from a distance, the Great Abyss Gate amidst the clouds appeared like an Immortal Gateway of the Mortal Realm, vast and ethereal.
For Xiao Zi and Zhao Zhen, although years had passed since their return, they did not feel much sentimentality. Xiao Zi had already burrowed back into the Soul-Devouring Gourd, not wanting to see anyone.
It was different for Fang Wang, who hadn't returned for a thousand years. Seeing the Great Abyss Gate again stirred emotions within him.
Fang Wang took a deep breath, his face breaking into a smile.
He did not have Xiao Zi reduce in size but instead flew toward the Great Abyss Gate in such a majestic manner.