The originally fragmented stone brick pavement was connected together, forming a complete road segment, along with the incomplete benches on both sides of the road being restored to their proper neat form.
The sound of waves from afar continued to float through the air in the form of white noise, yet Twin Canyon had vanished like an illusory bubble.
What replaced it was a leisurely small town filled with early twentieth-century European-style buildings.
For Xia Nan himself, he could feel his consciousness gradually drifting away like catkins in the wind, losing control over his own body.
Although his powerful perception ability allowed him to clearly discern the voices of conversation from his teammates nearby, his mental will seemed to have ventured into another world.
A sudden realization dawned in his heart.
It seemed that the core of this Secret Realm was akin to those like the Residual Fire Ash Valley Ruins he encountered before.
