Thirty years later...
An ancient bronze ship, dragged by three cranes, made a brief stop in the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, then swiftly set sail towards the nearby Western Nether Realm.
As the ship sailed away, Ming Ruyin slightly turned back, her gaze sweeping over the overwhelming rusted swords. She then withdrew her gaze, beginning to ponder some questions.
It is better sooner than later; thus, without counting the cost, she accelerated, or else she would have had to wait fifteen years to arrive here.
She must arrive earlier than the Ning family's elder and younger, and then make arrangements ahead of time.
Ning Daozhen's power is unfathomable. Ning Yunmiao also possesses extraordinary talent, and if she guessed correctly, should be one small realm higher than her, reaching the late stage of Realm Spirit Realm.
"Song... Yan."
She enunciated these two words, then murmured, "This child must have a secret, and his ancestry is indeed interesting.
