Unsealing the jade box and lifting the lid, a dark golden fox-shaped token immediately appeared before Wang Chen's eyes.
It emitted a faint ghostly glow, and the densely engraved runes on the surface were clearly discernible, exuding a profound and deep aura.
The Mysterious Fox Order!
This was the purpose of Wang Chen's descent to the Foggy Mountain Realm.
Eight years had passed in a blink!
Wang Chen felt quite emotional about it.
Over these years, he had been cultivating in seclusion within Taiji Palace and had built up such a large foundation in Chang'an city, bonding more and more with this world—almost forgetting the stories of the Haotian Realm.
But Wang Chen was clear that the Foggy Mountain Realm was just a stop on his long journey.
This world had a low ceiling, with a lifespan of only three to five hundred years even if one broke through to the Great Supreme Realm, and it was forbidden by heaven and earth.
It was hardly interesting.