No one knew about Chang'sheng's whereabouts.
Or rather, as long as he didn't want to be found, there was no one in this region who could track his trail.
With Xu Yeming's guidance,
Chang'sheng tore open space and appeared deep within an ancient forest.
This kind of terrain was fairly common in the Demon Beast Continent, though there wasn't a single magical beast, nor any sign of people here.
The whole place felt eerily quiet.
Only the occasional birdsong flickered through the woods.
Xu Yeming explained, "The resources here are exhausted, so no other magical beasts are willing to stick around."
Following the direction Xu Yeming pointed,
Chang'sheng glanced over, faintly sensing two extremely weak life signatures.
Their breaths were thin as a silken thread, as if they might die at any moment.
Pushing through towering ancient sky trees, he stepped on sunlight dappling through the branches, falling to the earth in scattered spots.
