"We've spent quite a while here. Wait a moment while I put away this Spirit Gathering Mushroom, and then we'll go look for a place to camp tonight." After giving a few instructions, Mu Qian stepped forward.
This time, Zhu Zhuqing and Xirui didn't object. They couldn't help with the task, so they stood quietly to one side and watched Mu Qian work.
With the Amethyst Imperial Epiphyllum's guidance in his mind, Mu Qian removed the Spirit Gathering Mushroom without a hitch and put it in the Starry Sky Ring.
At the same time, he used his Ice Attribute to make an ice box for the mushroom spores. After a moment's thought, he scattered some of the spores where the mushroom had grown.
Perhaps many years from now, one of his descendants would come here and receive a remarkable opportunity.
For some reason, Mu Qian had that thought without thinking.
Five days later, deep in Death Canyon.
Under the sunlight, the purple-black jungle shimmered with a mysterious, dreamlike glow, stirring endless imaginings.
From above, in one corner of the jungle, the Soul Power fluctuations from a battle surged and ebbed, shaking loose countless glittering leaves and driving away the weaker creatures nearby.
"Roar~"
Below the dense canopy, a massive beast snarled and let out a desperate roar.
It was a Flame Lion, but the negative energy in Death Canyon had mutated it into an entirely new, unknown species.
The Flame Lion was as huge as a two-story building. Its fur, which should have shone bright as fire, had taken on a dark purple sheen. Two pairs of sharp fangs, each the size of an adult, jutted out from its mouth, gleaming with deadly sharpness.
Judging by its size, this Mutated Flame Lion had already reached the Ten-Thousand-Year level!
But