Across the vast world before him were several traces that were plainly left by the clashes and cleaving strikes of powerful cultivators. Mountain peaks had been hacked clean off, and enormous, smooth ravines scored the ground.
This place had long since deviated from the direction Mu Hai had originally told him.
Over the course of this year, Qin Fengming's journey had not been smooth sailing. He had encountered danger three times, running into three terrifying fierce beasts comparable to Golden Immortals. Even when Jun Yan released his aura, it had not made the beasts stop attacking.
Qin Fengming had wasted a great many self-detonating items before he finally escaped the pursuit of those three terrifying fierce beasts.
For that reason, from then on, whenever he encountered a fierce beast comparable to a Golden Immortal, Qin Fengming immediately turned back and changed direction. Because he knew that if he continued forward, he would only enter an even more savage world, where he might encounter fierce beasts that were even more brutal and powerful.
Looking at the marks before him, Qin Fengming let out a long breath.
Though judging by the traces, who knew how many tens of thousands of years had already passed, they ultimately proved that cultivators had once come here. That was already enough.
Whether the marks on the mountain peaks and ground were made by cultivators or left behind by fierce beasts was very easy to distinguish. The traces of fierce-beast battles were mostly collisions or swipes, often showing claws and digits. A cultivator's attacks were sharper, with smooth cut surfaces. One could tell at a glance.
As he flew onward, more and more traces of cultivator activity appeared.
Half a month later, Qin Fengming saw new marks of fighting. It was just that those marks were not