Long Zixuan entered the Martial Desolate Forbidden Zone.
Mountains and rivers were wildly desolate, and the earth was primitive, as if walking into a painting from before ancient times.
Everywhere around, Primitive Spiritual Medicine was growing wildly, undisturbed for millions of years, their medicinal properties almost condensing into droplets.
In the surrounding forests, it was quiet as death, with not a single bird or beast in sight.
Occasionally, some human bones lay fallow in the wilderness, belonging to the strong warriors of the Wu Huang Realm.
Over countless ages, many strong warriors chose to enter the Martial Desolate Forbidden Zone at the end of their lives in hopes of grasping their fate.
But not one had ever come out of the Martial Desolate Forbidden Zone alive.
Not long after entering, Long Zixuan saw a silhouette in the mountain pass ahead.
It was a middle-aged man, clothed in tattered rags, his eyes dull and hollow as if he was waiting for Long Zixuan.
