"The Underworld King's sleeping place, the Underworld King's sleeping place..."
His lips moved as he murmured like he was chanting a spell.
The stars filling the sky seemed to heed the summons and responded. One star trembled, crashing into the neighboring one, which then struck another, triggering a domino-like chain reaction.
Amid the violent collisions, the stars across the sky formed a vortex.
Starlight filled Zhang Yuanqing's pupils as he stared unblinkingly at the stars. His brain ran like a high-speed computer, receiving feedback, making deductions, then receiving more feedback.
Within the dense forest, a tall, powerfully built man cautiously paced across the mountain ground carpeted with rotten leaves and dead branches.
He had a typical Western face: a high nose, blue eyes, deep-set sockets, short light-brown hair, and a circle of beard around his mouth that lent him the charm of a mature man.
He wore hiking clothes that allowed easy movement.
The man was not trekking aimlessly. Following the Marks he had left several days ago, he quickly found an abandoned cave.
After his last sleeping place had nearly been discovered by a local native faction, the Underworld King realized that ordinary "uninhabited places" were not safe enough.
He needed a true forbidden zone, a wilderness that ordinary people would never visit and native walkers would avoid at all costs.
After several days of inquiry, the Underworld King set his sights on the Hundred Thousand Mountains, where the Green Wheat Branch was located.
The Hundred Thousand Mountains covered a vast expanse. Tourists only visited designated areas, while walkers from the lawful and free factions dared not explore deep in the mountains. It perfectly suited his needs.
Even the Spirit Realm Walkers of the Green Wheat Branch had fixed areas of activity. The Hundred Thousand Mountains were so enormous