The distance was drawing nearer. Ahead lay a sea area known as The Other Shore Sea.
Once across this sea, one could behold the main body of the Fusang Tree. There, a colossal golden coffin rested, and within it slept the ancestor of the Golden Raven Clan.
He was Emperor Cheng, one of the ten great Golden Ravens of that era, and also the last survivor.
They pressed deeper into the area. Besides the initial group of Ancient Ferocious Beasts, there was almost no activity. Mighty enemies, ferocious beasts, taboos, seals, and the like seemed to have vanished. Wen Yuqing was puzzled.
Suddenly, a gleam of golden Divine Brilliance appeared on the distant horizon—it was a Golden Raven.
It flapped its wings, approaching at great speed.
Emperor Spirit slowed his pace.
Chen Pingping opened his eyes, watching the approaching Golden Raven. It was a young man, powerfully built, his upper body bare, muscles rippling like coiled dragons, exuding a palpable sense of strength.
