Southern Dipper Immortal Realm, Thousand Mountain Death Zone.
Han Feiyu strolled across the barren plain at an unhurried pace, like an old woman out for a walk.
From time to time, the cries of giant eagles rang out in the sky, but they failed to stir any interest in him.
After walking at that leisurely pace for half a day, Han Feiyu raised his head and looked at the sky.
"Good thing there's a cycle of sun and moon within this death zone."
"Otherwise, walking across this land with nothing around all the time would be unbearably boring."
As he spoke, Han Feiyu took out a parasol made from giant eagle feathers, along with a table, chairs, and stools.
Sitting down in a chair, Han Feiyu took out a cup of Ten Thousand Year Stone Milkwort.
It couldn't be helped. That was what he had the most of.
With a light wave of his hand, five maidservants appeared some distance away, along with a complete set of pots, bowls, ladles, and utensils.
Finally, he brought out a batch of fresh ingredients, and the maidservants began cooking.
"Good thing I was clever enough back then to put all the important things inside the Jade Gourd's space. Otherwise, I'd really be finished." Han Feiyu spoke with lingering relief.
Even now, he did not dare take the spatial artifact out of the Jade Gourd's space.
The moment he took it out, it would be suppressed by this death zone and turned into nothing more than a decoration.
Thus, whenever he wanted to retrieve something, he first extended his divine sense into the Jade Gourd's space, then entered the Immortal Artifact space to take it out.
Han Feiyu slumped in his chair. Seeing this, the other five maidservants sent two over to massage his