One year, two years, five years.
Zhou Chuan's pace was not slow—at least not something the false immortals of the upper realm could compare to. After walking rapidly for five years, he finally found the source of that beam of light and successfully crossed the Endless Sea.
Along the way, he encountered no small amount of trouble: there were illusions to interfere with him, strange forces wrapping around him, spatial vortices, and temporal wormholes.
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