He didn't know if it was because the wicked demon creatures were too few in number, or if the fake aura he had created had been useful, or perhaps Wang Zijia's stealth means were just that powerful.
In any case, Wang Zijia didn't encounter any mishaps along the way.
It was even smoother than when he had explored the twelfth level!
Primarily because there weren't any wandering Wicked Ghosts containing strange rules, it was as if Wang Zijia had entered a deserted realm.
Thus, guided by the feelings from the letter, Wang Zijia continued forward, eventually reaching one corner of this domain.
When Wang Zijia stopped in his tracks, he was somewhat dumbfounded.
At the end of his vision was an eerie jungle surrounded by ghastly trees.
Fiery molten rock flowed like sinister streams within the dark crevices of the earth.
And deep within the black forest lay a settlement constructed from unknown colossal bones?
Or perhaps, a village?
A tribe?
