Time passed quickly. Bai Zhou had been on the island for a long time. Life here was monotonous, and he had taught them almost everything he knew.
He had also gradually come to understand the structure of the Abyss from the Chali Race, and his rosy-tinted view of the Immortal Realm had vanished completely.
More than seeking immortality, he now just wanted to return to his own world.
'I just have to follow the Abyss straight up, and I can go back.'
This island was not a place for humans, after all. Having been away from his own kind for so long, Bai Zhou often felt lonely.
During a chance conversation with the Chali Race, Bai Zhou noticed that their description of a nearby island sounded very similar to the one humans had previously inhabited.
This solidified Bai Zhou's resolve to go and see for himself.
Soon, his absentmindedness caught his apprentice's attention.
"Master, what's wrong?"
