After a few seconds.
Yang Fan softly murmured, "It's about time."
In his sight, a rapidly writhing shadow was hanging conspicuously amid the endless black sand.
This was a minor spatial rift.
He had been aware of this rift for some time; this thing was extremely unstable, and even he wouldn't dare to recklessly pass through.
The Sea of Death Black Sand existed with countless spatial rifts, connecting to innumerable civilization worlds.
According to Yang Fan's observations, these rifts fell into two categories.
The majority had their own rhythm, sometimes stable, sometimes unstable, unaffected by meteorological conditions.
A very small remainder, not even one in a hundred thousand, were affected by celestial phenomena.
This minor rift belonged to the latter category.
Yang Fan felt that encountering this particular rift was indeed a stroke of immense luck.
When the sandstorm arrived, the writhing frequency of the rift increased at least tenfold.
