The ominous climate of the Forest of Death made Tang Zhong highly cautious.
He had already walked for half a day, yet the path ahead was still shrouded in mist. The cold wind made one shiver.
Here, there was no distinction between day and night.
Despite having walked for a long time, the surrounding light remained unchanging.
He then arrived at a swamp.
Stepping onto the muddy ground carelessly could mean sinking deep into the mud and being unable to escape.
As he walked, Tang Zhong sensed something was off.
He looked around and saw that there were a few buds growing on the swamp ground.
The buds were extraordinary; the petals were black and extremely delicate in appearance, resembling the sun and up to 1.5 meters in diameter with petals about 1.4 centimeters thick. A single flower had five petals, and its leaves were thirty to forty centimeters long.
Moreover, there wasn't just one; from a distance, there appeared to be about a dozen.
