Day rose and fell. In the gloom of the seabed, the passage of time was nearly impossible to perceive.
But after twenty-one hours had passed, the group, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ocean floor, all opened their eyes one after another as if sharing a single mind.
However, Chu Mu gazed into the darkness before him, while Zhao Shuang and the other two looked at Chu Mu, seemingly hoping he could tell them the precise location of the ruins' gate.
Without violent fluctuations, the spatial presence was difficult to detect. With the Cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Realm, it was clearly impossible to sense such faint spatial ripples.
But right now, to Chu Mu's senses, it was all perfectly clear.
A faint spatial ripple emanated from the darkness not far in front of him.
A giant coral reef. A faint spatial ripple.
And now, that faint spatial ripple was becoming increasingly distinct.
