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Above the Northern Sea.

In Jiang Yuan's field of vision.

He saw Wang Xuan step into the Eighth Layer of space, then he went to a secluded area.

The next moment.

He reached out with both palms, with cross-like hooks, and viciously grasped at the space in front of him.

Rip——

The voidness in front of Wang Xuan suddenly tore apart like fabric under his hands.

In an instant.

A picturesque landscape emerged before his eyes.

Upside-Down Mountain floated in the sky above, with a waterfall thousands of feet tall plummeting from the top, like a bridge piercing Heaven and Earth, falling to the ground with thunderous roars.

Beneath it lay the vast and undulating mountain ranges, like mighty dragons coiling through the land.

Threads of white mist drifted with the wind between the mountains, casting a thin, smoke-like veil of white gauze over the vast forest.

Wang Xuan glanced ahead and then looked back over his shoulder.