This was a roughly drawn map scroll, so crude that Qin Fengming was speechless. It could be called the simplest map scroll Qin Fengming had ever seen.
Although the scroll depicted mountains, rivers, and streams, they were drawn with only a single careless stroke or a few haphazard lines. There were no landmarks embellishing the map—only the names of various terrains and casually sketched regional boundaries.
If someone told Qin Fengming that this scroll was nothing more than random doodling, he would believe it.
Yet after examining the scroll carefully, Qin Fengming could not help admiring the person who had drawn it.
At first, Qin Fengming saw faint lines crisscrossing the entire map. They were disorderly and irregular. He had assumed that these energy-bearing lines were inherent to the scroll itself, but he soon rejected that idea.
If Qin Fengming's judgment was correct, these slender lines were the routes once traveled by the person who had drawn the map.
Seeing those route lines made the veins on Qin Fengming's forehead throb.
The map did not indicate how large the Jiu Qi Land was, but the routes on the scroll were incredibly dense, crisscrossing in every direction and impossible to count, as though someone had deliberately surveyed the entire Jiu Qi Land.
The thought had barely surfaced when Qin Fengming was suddenly horrified.
The Jiu Qi Land was certainly vast. Yet the cultivator who had recorded this map had traversed it countless times, marking most of its territory. Qin Fengming dared not imagine how long that must have taken.
By Qin Fengming's rough calculations, it had probably required several thousand, or even tens of thousands, of years.
If a cultivator had spent several thousand or even tens of thousands of years in the Jiu Qi Land doing only this, Qin Fengming