The spiritual energy tides of the Hongmeng Great Land had continued for several years. They had not only given rise to vast numbers of rare spiritual herbs and exotic beasts, but had also nurtured a new spiritual vein within the vast mountains of the Southern Territory. This spiritual vein had yet to fully take shape. Like a newborn infant, it was fragile, yet brimmed with limitless potential. The birth of a spiritual vein should have been an auspicious blessing of heaven and earth, but it had also drawn many greedy cultivators who wished to seize its origin and bolster their own cultivation.
Upon learning the news, Shen Hao immediately traveled with Zi Xuan to the vast mountain range of the Southern Territory. The region where the spiritual vein lay was filled with overlapping peaks and towering ancient trees. The air was thick with rich, newborn spiritual energy, yet mixed within it was a faint scent of blood. Clearly, cultivators had already fought here.
"These cultivators are pursuing their own selfish desires to the point that they will not even spare a newborn spiritual vein." Anger appeared on Zi Xuan's face. She could clearly sense that the newborn spiritual vein's aura was somewhat chaotic; it had plainly already been disturbed.
Shen Hao's expression gradually turned solemn as well. A newborn spiritual vein was exceedingly fragile. Once its origin was damaged, it might never be able to take shape, and it could even throw the surrounding ecology into disorder, leaving all life devastated. He circulated his Dao Rhyme and carefully investigated the spiritual vein's location. After a moment, he headed deeper into the mountains. "The spiritual vein is in the valley ahead. Let us hurry over. We cannot let it suffer any further harm."
The two quickened their pace, passing through the