With no wraiths clinging to him, Lu Yang's infiltration went smoothly. After passing through the forest before him, he entered a vast mountain range.
The mountains here stood hundreds of thousands of meters tall, and the rocks making up their slopes were as hard as blades of a beginner God King.
There were even more trees here. Before Lu Yang had gone far into the valley, he saw a vast grove of towering trees gleaming with silver light. Each one stood tens of thousands of meters tall—they were Moon Spirit Trees.
Lu Yang walked up to the nearest tree, took out a prepared storage bag, and sliced open the trunk with the World-Annihilating Sky-Devouring Sword. Silver sap burst forth like a spring.
A faint smile appeared on Lu Yang's lips. "I can't believe such a huge grove of Moon Spirit Trees hasn't been harvested."
The Arcane King vigilantly scanned the surroundings. "That isn't a good thing. Our current location is where the territories of the Celestial Race, insect gods, and Beast God Race converge."
"This is usually a place where races at Holy Tier and below from nearby star domains of Light God Star, Demon God Star, and the Original Divine Realm come to search for treasures. If no one has developed this place, then either an enemy has set a trap to ambush us, or most of their people have already risen above God King Tier 4 and no longer need this stuff."
Lu Yang was somewhat speechless. Then he suddenly sensed a strange spatial fluctuation. It was extremely faint, but the Demon God Body granted him the ability to sense malice. Smiling, he said to the Arcane King, "Fortunately, it's the first possibility you mentioned."
The Arcane King looked surprised. "Where?"
"Flame Emperor Fist!"
Lu Yang threw a