The great river flowed endlessly, cutting through the entire golden forest, then turned a corner, rushing towards the distance.
Liu Ming slightly squinted his eyes. He remembered clearly that when he came here before, the river below didn't have this bend; it extended straight into the distance.
His eyes flickered for a moment, and his figure flashed several times, flying to the place where the river bent and landed.
"How is this possible?" Liu Ming frowned deeply.
His memory could not be wrong. There were no traces of formations or restrictions, and the knee-high green grass along the riverbanks showed no signs of anyone using great magic to change the river's direction.
"Is it an illusion? Or a unique spatial anomaly in this place?" Thoughts churned in Liu Ming's mind, but instead of worry, he felt a hint of uncertain excitement.
This space had finally shown some anomalies. As long as he calmed his mind and followed the trail, he was bound to find something.
