"Let's go. The Fragment of Destruction is over there."
Inside the valley, the Seven Old Devils walked steadily at the front, like dutiful guides.
After Nan Fusheng subdued the seven of them and turned them into doppelgangers, they drew back the Power of Destruction they had stirred up, then very considerately took on the important task of guiding Nan Fusheng along the way.
The valley was vast and boundless, its ground rugged and uneven, ravines crisscrossing everywhere. Yet strangely, all kinds of plants grew there in astonishing abundance, and many of the species were ones Nan Fusheng had never seen in his life.
Nan Fusheng walked behind them, and a trace of surprise rose in his heart.
He keenly sensed that because the aura of life here was extremely dense, as if a spring of Life Energy were gushing up from this place, even without deliberately entering a meditative state, merely breathing normally was enough to naturally drive the Soul Power in his body to circulate on its own.
That Soul Power seemed to be gently pushed by an invisible force, slowly flowing through his meridians, like tiny streams gathering into a river, gradually filling and strengthening.
The group continued forward. After passing through a dense forest, the terrain ahead suddenly dipped, as if they had stepped into a basin.
At the same time, the color of the ground beneath their feet changed noticeably as well, gradually shifting from its original bluish brown into a vivid and mysterious purplish red.
Nan Fusheng finally saw with his own eyes the source that had once released that enormous purple-black pillar of light.
It was an enormous piece of ore that looked extremely irregular. It was embedded in the ground, stuck within this valley, with only part of it exposed. That terrifying purple-black