Spiritual Medicine Garden.
This is a place shrouded in mist, where a drizzle of spiritual rain fell from time to time. Though called a garden, it actually spans a very large area.
Layer upon layer of formation methods exists within; no one has ever explored its deepest depths.
"I hope there is."
Jiang Ding hoped.
With one step, he entered,
and the environment around him changed rapidly. Misty fog, cold and damp, was everywhere, obstructing and suppressing his Divine Sense, allowing visibility of only about ten meters.
No sooner had he steadied himself than a chill rose sharply.
A spider-shaped beetle the size of a basin lunged at him, spitting out a net of cold silk, its six pairs of silver-white sharp claws flashing with cold light.
"The aura of the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing, am I just unlucky?"
Whoosh!
A flash of blue light at his fingertips, and a strand of light blue Sword Qi flew out.
