After flying straight in one direction for more than two hours, Wei Suo suddenly stirred, halted, and swooped down toward the front left.
There was actually a fairly large mound of earth there.
As he descended, Wei Suo reached out and grabbed, pulling a white spiritual herb from the mound, which spanned over a dozen zhang.
The white spiritual herb was about a foot long. Its leaves were extremely slender and needle-shaped, while the surface of its roots and stem was covered in fine scales like snake scales. A layer of white profound ice had formed atop those scales, making it seem bitingly cold.
"Ice Scale Grass. This patch of earth must have been swept here from Lingmiao Valley," the Green Robe Old Man's voice rang out.
Wei Suo nodded.
The mound still contained abundant moisture, and much earth had splattered and scattered around it. It should have been a small section of Lingmiao Valley that had been swept into this place alongside Wei Suo and smashed down here.
"It seems that, aside from the things in Lingmiao Valley, quite a few things from elsewhere in the Qingcheng Ruins were swept in as well," Wei Suo said to the Green Robe Old Man after scanning the area.
The blue sky in the distance and the gray ground still stretched beyond sight, but within a thousand-zhang radius around them, there were quite a few remnants of buildings besides this mound.
For instance, less than five hundred zhang in front of Wei Suo lay a stone dragon tail broken into several pieces, while over three hundred zhang to the right stood several white pillars.
Both the broken stone dragon tail and those white pillars were severely weathered on the outside, but their fractures were fresh. They too should have only just been