On the mysterious Mist Island of the Australian Continent, Xia Zhi hovered before a purple bamboo forest. The light around him constantly distorted, making him look like a god.
The once-lush bamboo forest had been ravaged by battle. More than a dozen bamboo stalks, each twenty centimeters in diameter and sixty meters tall, had been cut in half and lay scattered across the ground.
Looking at the Bamboo Shoot Heart in his hand, as thick as a baby's arm and patterned with purple veins, Xia Zhi chuckled and tossed it into his backpack.
He thought to himself, Treasure Island truly lives up to its name. I've gathered forty-six Spirits of Grass and Wood this time. That's about enough—I should look for Wood Essence Crystals first.
Mist Island was not very large, but its forests were dense. Mutated plant life could be found almost everywhere within short distances.
And every plant lifeform represented a Spirit of Grass and Wood. For Xia Zhi, who was cultivating the first layer of the Primordial Golden Body Art and desperately craved wood elemental energy, this was the perfect treasure ground.
At this point, he had thrown away all the miscellaneous items in his backpack. It was stuffed full with the Spirits of Grass and Wood he had harvested. Once he had put them away, Xia Zhi turned headfirst downward. The black membrane formed by the Black God suit around his feet automatically extended into sharp cones, easily piercing through the soil and rock below as it carried him rapidly downward!
Three thousand meters underground, an Underground Dark River surged through its channel. With a bang, Xia Zhi smashed through the rock and fell into the river.
He flew up from the dark river, extending his Mental Power as he searched along the winding riverbed.
"Mm?