Even the most cheerful person would break down after spending a year in a place like this.
However, Yang Ming and the others did not collapse. Although they were getting more and more exhausted, the year-long journey to the other side, the year-round battles, and the harsh environment had made them stronger and stronger, raising them to a new level compared to when they first left the mortal world.
Although no one in the team has yet broken through to the seventh rank, they have embarked on the path to the seventh rank, especially Wuwei and Kongjian, who are faintly touching the edge of the seventh rank.
As for Xiao Chuxia, Luo Qingxin, and other fifth-tier powerhouses, they also broke through to the sixth tier in this year. After all, the other shore is full of strange things, and it is not difficult to find a strange thing that suits you.
Furthermore, with everyone's cooperation, defeating the corresponding monsters is quite simple.
In fact, this is the correct path for Spirit Masters to advance: the rich help the poor, allowing those who are already at the sixth rank to help those at the fifth rank hunt down monsters.
"Let's rest here for a while," Fang Moli said numbly, like a robot.
The white robes that Ao Xue wore when he left have now turned into black robes, covered with clumps of congealed blood. His handsome, aloof face is now unrecognizable, except for a set of white teeth when he speaks.
No one answered. Instead, they silently stopped and sat down on the ground, resting like robots.
After a long silence, someone broke the silence in the room.
"Ah!! I can't take it anymore! A cigarette! I need a cigarette!"
It was Yang Ming, who was so restless from his nicotine cravings that he started rolling around on the ground. He didn't care about the dirt, because at that moment he was dirtier than the ground.
His outburst brought some life back to the group.
No one paid any attention to Yang Ming; instead, they continued their conversation amongst themselves.
A disheveled woman with unkempt hair suddenly sighed, "Alas, when will we finally find Brother Xiu? We've been on this journey for over a year, and even with the Imperial Seal of the State, we're still living such a miserable life. Brother Xiu is all alone; what if...?"
"Impossible! You all know what kind of person Hugh is. Even if we are all wiped out, Hugh will never die! Keep searching, we will find him one day."
"But the other side is boundless. Here, we can't even distinguish east from west, north from south. And Fatty, didn't you say that you often sensed strange spatial fluctuations and that many places on the other side are spatially disordered? When we pass through a certain area, it may seem like we haven't gone far, but in reality, we may have moved millions of miles. Finding someone here is like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"That's why we need Yang Ming to lead the way. What's there to be afraid of with destiny? Destiny is a living map. As long as he wants to find Brother Xiu, just let him lead the way and wander around. He'll find it sooner or later."
"Has Yang Ming's destiny failed him on the other side? He's been gone for over a year and still hasn't found Brother Xiu."
Just as everyone was chatting, suddenly, a dark, fat ball stood up and looked at the distance in horror, saying, "Oh no! It's a spatial storm, run!"
Everyone was immediately shocked. Although spatial storms were rare in the Other Shore, for some reason, they encountered one every few months. They had narrowly escaped them the previous times, but now they had encountered one again.
"Yang Ming, get up quickly, stop rolling around."
The group grabbed Yang Ming and ran. The fat man tried to use his spatial abilities to teleport everyone away, but the spatial storm caused the surrounding space to tremble, making teleportation impossible. The group had to rely on their own two legs.
However, after running for a while, the group realized with despair that they could not outrun the spatial storm at all. Moreover, the surrounding space was chaotic, and although they seemed to have run a long way, they were getting closer and closer to the spatial storm.
"There's no escape now. Hopefully, the Imperial Seal can withstand the spatial storm."
The next moment, a spatial storm enveloped everyone. The golden light of the Imperial Seal of the State was like an indestructible city wall, blocking the spatial turbulence. Although everyone was not harmed, the space they were in was swept up by the spatial storm and eventually sank into it.
Everyone was also suffering. The feeling of being detached from space was like a combination of a roller coaster, a drop tower, a pendulum ride, and so on. It was as if people were put into a dice cup and then the dice were shaken wildly up, down, left, right, forward, and backward.
The spatial storm lasted for several days, and everyone was successfully shaken unconscious.
When they awoke again, they found themselves in a field, bathed in sunshine, with clear skies, birdsong, and fragrant flowers. There was no fog or eeriness.
This thrilled Yang Ming and the others. As they explored the area, they soon discovered the people living there, which excited them even more. Through conversations with others, they realized that they were in Shenzhou, one of the Nine Provinces.
It is also the core of the entire Kyushu.
After several days, the group finally managed to integrate into Kyushu, changed into ancient costumes, and learned about some customs and traditions.
In a city in China, Yang Ming and his group, now disguised, were plotting in a small alley, mainly because they had nowhere else to go and could only find a secluded corner.
Yang Ming puffed on his long pipe, which was more than half a meter long, and pointed out the situation while exhaling smoke: "Now I understand why we always encounter space storms. That was clearly a private plane that my father prepared for me. If it weren't for you guys stopping us time and time again, we would have arrived in Kyushu long ago!"
The others ignored him and continued their conversation.
"In my opinion, Brother Xiu must be in Kyushu. It's because Yang Ming wants to find Brother Xiu that the spatial storm brought us to Kyushu," Xiao Chuxia said excitedly.
At this moment, she wore a blue and pink-trimmed tulle dress, the long skirt flowing around her like clouds. She wore a wooden hairpin in her hair, and her face was covered by a transparent light-colored veil, vaguely revealing the outline of her entire face. Her nose was slightly upturned, her teeth were pearly white, and her red lips were upturned, outlining a charming smile like a crescent moon. Her cloud-like hair cascaded down like a gushing brown waterfall, and her skin was as clear as the jade of a heavenly pool. Her beautiful pupils were slightly swirling, vast like autumn waves, dark and moist with an almost invisible blue, deep and clear, like a lake deep in the grassland, crystal clear and pure.
"Hey, you're changing into ancient costume, why are you wearing a veil for no reason?" Yang Ming said, trying to get attention when no one was paying attention to him.
Xiao Chuxia glanced at him and said irritably, "What do you know? A beautiful girl like me, coming to a strange place, what if I encounter bad people if I don't hide my stunning looks?"
"Ugh, your narcissism makes me sick. Since you're afraid of danger, you might as well just change your appearance."
"Mind your own business when it comes to pretty girls!"
"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and find Brother Xiu. Yang Ming, it's up to fate now. We'll all follow you, and we should be able to find Brother Xiu."
"Yes, yes, we came to Shenzhou following the instructions of destiny. Maybe Brother Xiu is in this city. After all, destiny is equivalent to wish fulfillment in a certain sense."
Just as everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, Fang Moli's calm voice broke the beautiful moment.
“I don’t object to the idea that destiny is roughly equivalent to wish fulfillment, but have you ever considered this: when we encountered the spatial storm, Yang Ming didn’t seem to be thinking about finding Fang Xiu, but rather…”
He didn't say the word aloud, but just looked at the large pipe in Yang Ming's hand.
Everyone looked at the pipe, and the smiles on their faces instantly froze.
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