"A Small World?" Fang Jiong was taken aback, a look of surprise spreading across his ruddy face.
Chu Zheng didn't say much, his mind connected to the Condensing Space Bracelet as he raised his hand to open a spatial portal.
"It contains a universe, a Pseudo-Immortal's treasure?!"
Fang Jiong let go of his grip, his expression subtly changing as he immediately detected the clue, and the next instant, ecstasy surged in his eyes—such a wondrous treasure was likely rare even among those Pseudo-Immortals in the Holy Land.
"Elder, please follow me."
Without more words, Chu Zheng turned and stepped into the portal.
Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Jiong followed closely behind, the mere Spiritual Spring in his palm incapable of causing the slightest disturbance.
An endless wilderness lay before them, the pitch-black cracked earth crisscrossed and shimmering with heat waves.