Southern Continent's southeastern part is abundant with deep mountains, dense forests, lakes, and marshes, where human footsteps are rare and fierce beasts roam freely.
Clad in a yellow robe, the Daoist sped through the dense jungle towards the west, sweeping through like a gust of wind, covering hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
His speed was very fast, climbing over mountains and hills, not much slower than flying.
However, the one following behind him was the ancient Great Demon, Wu Zhi Qi. His Divine Thought had already locked firmly onto the Daoist, not afraid that he could escape.
It wasn't long before the yellow-robed Daoist came to a stop in front of a Secluded Valley.
It seemed there was an Array guarding the outskirts of the valley; he cautiously made several turns before finally delving into it.
Wu Zhi Qi slightly furrowed his brows.
