Huang Xiaolong stood in the Dragon Shark Flying Ship’s control hall, looking out into the dark, vast space. His thoughts drifted towards his family in the lower realm. 

Are they doing well in the lower realm? 

“Xiaofei,” Huang Xiaolong took out a jade carving that was carved into Shi Xiaofei’s face. 

Huang Xiaolong had carved it himself out of a top-grade jade. He would take it out and look at it when he missed Shi Xiaofei.

During his time in Fortune Emperor Palace, Huang Xiaolong had learned that it was a feat to go to the lower realm from the Divine World, unless one had broken through to the Emperor Realm. Even so, it required a certain ancient space formation to form a passage to the lower realm.

However, the knowledge for this ancient space formation was long lost, not even his Master Zhao Lei or Fang Gan knew how to arrange...