When Mo Ling bid farewell to the Little Elf, it was still reluctant to part.
But the damp mirage air constantly reminded Mo Ling that he had to find a way out of the historical phantom.
"See you in the future." After leaving it with these words, Mo Ling floated toward another iridescent, curved surface.
'I wonder where I'll end up this time.'
'An even more distant past?'
'Back then, the Oasis must have just been a desolate stretch of desert.'
This iridescent surface seemed a bit strange. It was constantly moving in the air, as if something was repeatedly striking it.
The mirage air on the other side was exceptionally turbulent.
Mo Ling gritted his teeth and dove in.
But the moment he entered, he was met with an utterly astonishing scene.
It was a sea.
A boundless sea.
The moment Mo Ling appeared, he fell into an endless darkness.
This was the deep sea, where no sunlight could reach.
In the pitch-black distance, many things seemed to be staring at him.
