Whoosh—!
Fang Yuan shot forward like an arrow loosed from the bowstring, parting the airwaves as he sped through the sky.
Below him lay immortal materials carpeting the mountains and plains, but Fang Yuan did not spare them a single glance. These "dead" immortal materials held no value whatsoever.
Suddenly, Fang Yuan's gaze sharpened slightly.
A desolate beast abruptly appeared upon the horizon.
This desolate beast was as large as a small mountain. It lay motionless on the ground, and was unmistakably a Scripture Hiding Turtle.
Fang Yuan was no stranger to this kind of desolate beast. Not long ago, he had successfully captured one in a fragment world of Central Continent's Starry Sky Grotto-Heaven.
Slowing his flight, Fang Yuan lightly turned his body and flew toward the Scripture Hiding Turtle.
Once he drew closer, Fang Yuan discovered that this was a Scripture Hiding Turtle that had been dead for quite some time.
It lay prone upon the ground, its head drooping down, with nearly half its skull buried in the soft purple sand.
The way this Scripture Hiding Turtle had died was as though the spine beneath its head had been broken. From the condition of its limbs, one could clearly see that its flesh and skin had become incomparably slack.
Yet at the time of its death, its expression had been calm, even peaceful, making Fang Yuan feel a trace of eerie strangeness.
"Among countless 'dead' immortal materials lies the corpse of a desolate beast..."
Fang Yuan tried to harvest the Scripture Hiding Turtle's body.
A moment later, his heart sank. He watched as a hard corner of the turtle shell turned into purple sand in his own hand once more, scattering away on the wind.
Fang Yuan's eyes flickered. After several breaths, he left this place and