"Leave this place. Keep moving."
Ye Lin glanced at the enormous skeleton and immediately gave the order to press onward.
What he wanted now was to find that so-called minor sacred land and leave this place.
As for what they might encounter along the way, that had nothing to do with him. He had no desire to dwell on it.
At Ye Lin's words, the group resumed its journey.
They went around the Golden-Feather Thunder Roc's skeleton and continued onward.
After traveling two hundred li, they finally entered the true ancient passage.
This ancient passage had clearly been carved out by hand.
It was enormous, with an incomparably spacious interior.
However, the road within was difficult to traverse.
Many parts of the passage had collapsed. Sometimes they had to take detours, and from time to time they encountered creatures of the earth abyss.
Swarms of bats, water monsters lurking in underground rivers, and monsters capable of mimicking rocks.
But with Ye Lin and the other three present, each danger was resolved one by one.
Qing Luo's eyes were filled with relief.
She was relieved that she had come with Ye Lin and the others. Otherwise, after just these few encounters, even if she survived, her tribespeople would inevitably have been reduced to only a handful by the end.
The Green Vine Tribe natives' gazes toward Ye Lin and the others gradually changed from their initial wariness and gratitude into reverence.
Three days later, the group arrived at a fork in the road.
Even Ye Lin did not know how far they had traveled.
After making a rough calculation on his fingers, it was probably only several thousand li.
At this point, the ancient road split into two paths.
One continued westward, leading to the outside world.
The other headed north,