Flower Language Plain.
As beautiful as flowers speaking their secrets, one could tell from its name alone what a beautiful and fertile land this was.
Hundreds of flowers bloomed together, while countless beasts vied for supremacy. It was both fraught with danger and brimming with life.
Because Flower Language Plain lay along the borders of several nations, connected to the Nu River and bordering the Red Sea—and because it teemed with fierce beasts and poisonous snakes—it had never been developed or utilized by humankind. Most of the time, it was merely an idle wasteland, a scenic view standing before the Great Wall defense line.
When Li Mu Yang first set foot on Flower Language Plain, he was captivated by its marvelous flowers and strange beasts. Although he and the fatty, Gongshu Yuan, had been chased around like dogs by assassins sent by the Cui Clan and had cut utterly miserable figures, they had still unwittingly taken in the scenery before them at a glance.
Back then, the mighty and unshakable Cui Clan had collapsed with a thunderous crash. Its men had died or been exiled, and only a few males remained in the entire Cui Clan. Meanwhile, Flower Language Plain, known as Divine Land's most beautiful place, had withered. Every beast had perished, and black mist swirled around it all day long, making it seem like a dead land.
The world remained, but the people had changed!
The world remained, but the people had changed!
Just as Qian Du and Li Sinian had feared, Li Mu Yang really was now in Flower Language Plain.
He appeared in human form, drawing in every trace of his aura as he hid on a small hillside.
Not far away, two Three-Eyed Demons were devouring the corpses of some animals.
They did not eat