The Northern Wilderness. So peaceful.
It had been only nine days and eight nights since their departure from the Annihilation Sect. Propelled by Xiao Jian Daoist with his magical instrument, Wu Wang had traversed much of the Human Domain, the West Sea, and the Northwestern Region of the Great Wilderness. Finally, on a moonlit night, he saw the long-missed lands of the Northern Wilderness.
The flat-shaped Flying Shuttle, like an oversized bat, silently slipped into the desert of the Northern Wilderness's western border. Wu Wang asked Xiao Jian Daoist to slow their progress so he could carefully sense the changes in the lands at the edge of the Northern Wilderness. The tranquility of that moment seemed somewhat surreal.
