By the fifth month, Lu Yuan had pushed through the bushes and ascended the final slope.
He suddenly realized he had emerged from the dense, unimaginably vast Primitive Forest.
This was the last slope, and beyond it lay a whole new world!
An endless expanse of arid land filled his sight, rugged yet delicate, vast terrains, sparse grasslands, and jagged Monster rocks presenting a breathtaking display of nature's force.
Only a few patches of green stubbornly grew on the arid land, but most magical of all were the endless flower patches, vibrant in purple and red, decorating the hillside below into a stunning scene.
At a glance, the rustling flower beds seemed to stretch for hundreds of kilometers, extending to the horizon.
And at the boundary between the forest and the arid land, a vertical waterfall hung down, nearly 300 meters wide, its force like thousands of horses charging, echoing like a chant from a hundred thousand marching troops.
