A plain.
Above the ground, pale arms grew one after another. Each palm had more than ten fingers, like the branches of some grotesque tree, all pointing toward the sky.
"Die!"
A streak of black light flashed across the sky. Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy was drawn in, transforming into countless black flames that fell like raindrops.
Sizzle!
As soon as a speck of black flame landed on those strange "arm branches," they blazed up with astonishing speed, like sparks falling into boiling oil.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of mu of strange arms turned to ash.
"It's a Spirit Transmutation Venerable!"
"Many thanks for your aid, Spirit Transmutation Venerable!"
Above the ground, several caravans were nearly surrounded by a mass of human hands. Large numbers of cultivators flew out from them, overjoyed, and knelt to salute.
The black light receded, revealing Fang Xi's figure.
His gaze was indifferent as he swept coldly over the caravans below. He found that every one of them was a cultivator, without a single mortal among them.
Most of them had pitifully weak cultivation. Qi Refining cultivators made up the majority, followed by Foundation Establishment cultivators, while the strongest had only barely reached Core Formation!
"This Ten Thousand Hands Forest dies at dawn and is reborn at dusk. If you want to pass through, hurry... Once you leave the Ten Thousand Hands Forest and travel thirty thousand li east, you'll reach Black Rock Marketplace. Go on your own..."
With that, Fang Xi transformed into a streak of light and vanished in an instant.
When the cultivators heard that those strange palms would actually grow back, they shuddered. Then, treading across the ash-covered plain, they hurriedly set off, fleeing as though escaping a disaster...
Ten thousand li away.
Fang Xi stopped