It was an ancient forest which was covered with dense fog. Each of the old trees was nearly ten thousand zhang* tall. The atmosphere within the forest was also filled with an archaic, desolate aura.
The trees here were named as Iron Trees and were famous for their hardness. Even a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator's all-out attack would not be able to bring one of the trees down.
Ning Fan's momentum slowed down and he eventually stopped below an enormous, sky-reaching tree. Placing the women down, he gazed into the two traces of engravings on the tree with a pair of serious eyes.
Then, he produced a sword qi with his hand and carved the third engraving on the tree.
They had been flying towards the remains of the medicinal garden for a few days. Within these few days, Ning Fan had nearly travelled hundreds for millions of li* (500m per li). Even so, he has yet to arrive at his destination. Instead, it was his third time passing by this old tree.
