Song Jian walked for a day and finally arrived at the edge of the forest and scorched earth; this place was a desolate Gobi with soil turning white and simultaneously permeated with threads of death. In such soil, not to mention planting trees, it was doubtful that even the soil's microorganisms could exist.
Gazing at the vast expanse of whitened land, filled with the breath of death, Song Jian suddenly hesitated. He didn't know whether he should set foot on this land, which was clearly hostile towards living beings.
"Why aren't you continuing forward?" A deep voice suddenly came from behind. Song Jian was startled and turned his head to look, only to see a verdant giant python coiled around the crown of a large tree, its dark purple pupils staring at him from no more than ten meters away.
