River of Time

Wind Fury Dragon Flame let out an unwilling yet incredibly weak hiss, turning into a streak of yellow light that instantly sank into Han Feng's fingertips.

The Emperor Flame Origin within his body trembled slightly as a pure force of the Wind attribute merged into it, restoring another sliver of the origin.

The entire process was effortless, like plucking a leaf from a tree.

The might of a Dou Di was truly terrifying.

After putting away the Wind Fury Dragon Flame, Han Feng swept his gaze over the landscape below, which was gradually being revealed as the tornado vanished.

Beneath the yellow sand lay scattered ruined walls and broken remnants, though it was unknown what sort of ruins they had once been.

Han Feng scanned the area with his soul, but found nothing unusual.

The next moment, he appeared in another, even more desolate stretch of desert, a place few had ever visited—the Black Tortoise's Fallen Land.

Han Feng took out the Black Tortoise Shell he had obtained here years ago.

The shell was unchanged. Its patterns remained clearly visible, radiating an ancient aura.

However, when his Soul Power swept across a certain area, an extremely obscure yet profoundly mysterious spatial fluctuation, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, stirred a faint ripple in his vast sea of soul!

"Hmm?"

For the first time, a strange glint flashed through Han Feng's eyes, which had seemed frozen for ten thousand years.

The fluctuation was exceedingly faint. Had he not already become a Dou Di, with Soul Power strong enough to perceive the most subtle traces of law throughout the Dou Qi Continent, he would never have noticed it.

"A formation?"

Han Feng was intrigued.

With a thought, his vast Soul Power transformed into countless invisible probes and precisely pierced every