Ethan was utterly astounded; this was indeed the Language of Nature.
He already possessed five kinds of the Language of Nature, his familiarity with it surpassing many on this continent.
Ethan had already experienced the marvels of the Language of Nature.
However, he had never owned such a complete, mature Language of Nature before.
A mere glance was enough to utterly captivate Ethan.
Aneropo whispered a gentle reminder from the side, "Master, there's more."
It was at this moment that Ethan managed to pull his attention away from the intricate pattern of the Language of Nature.
Within the valley, there were still many light points, akin to stars, without any specific attributes.
"These light points are..." Ethan blinked, inhaling sharply, "Could it be that Forst Herald also carried the Language of Nature?"
Ethan clearly remembered that upon entering the valley, he was greeted by a world of icy blue tundra.
