Days passed.
In the Stone Forest that often appeared around the Prayer Spirit Forbidden Land, a dark little mountain loomed.
Pang Jian, shocked by a black iron rod, frequently used his "Pass Through the Mountain" talent to traverse from one stone pillar to the next.
Regrettably, although he was intent on discovering something extraordinary, he ended up finding nothing at all.
He didn't know how much qi and blood he had spent, nor how many stone pillars he had crossed, but aside from mastering his talent to an impeccable degree, he gained nothing.
"Forget it, it can't be forced."
Pang Jian sighed in dejection.
Just as he was about to return to Snow Peaks City and bid farewell to Zhou Qingchen and the others, he sensed a message from the Mysterious Turtle.
Their minds and senses connected.
"Whoosh!"
