Ye Zhen's current landing spot was neither some deadly perilous land, nor had he stumbled into the secret forbidden ground of some faction, much less fallen amid an army of a million.
The place where he had landed was very quiet: a stretch of hills, where waist-high green grass gave off an inexplicably sweet fragrance, while many small animals with poor spiritual senses rustled and burrowed through it.
Quiet and peaceful!
What made Ye Zhen's expression change drastically was not the surroundings, but the aura of this land!
Different worlds gave off different aura fluctuations.
Ordinary martial artists could not sense such differences, but martial artists with powerful primordial spirits could perceive the subtle distinctions within them.
For example, the lands of the Primordial Continent gave martial artists different aura fluctuations depending on their environments, but overall, they carried a vast, deep aura brimming with boundless vitality, yet containing an ancient and desolate immensity.
The land beneath Ye Zhen's feet also gave off incomparably vast and deep aura fluctuations, filled with limitless vitality, but it lacked the Primordial Continent's distinctive ancient, desolate aura.
In other words, the place where Ye Zhen had landed was not the Desolate Continent.
Ye Zhen had expected that after leaving the Demon Soul Realm, he would return to the Primordial Continent. No matter where on the Primordial Continent he appeared, with his abilities, he should be able to return to North Sea Commandery within three to five months at most.
He could then begin making arrangements to head for the Human-Demon Battlefield. Time-wise, there had been plenty to spare, so Ye Zhen had not been worried in the slightest.
But now, after leaving the Demon Soul Realm, Ye Zhen had not returned to the Primordial Continent as expected. His plans had been thrown into disarray