Ten-Thousand Miasma Ancient Forest

A flying vessel sped through the sky, its streamlined hull slicing through the clouds as fast as a shooting star.

It swept across the vast, boundless Endless Sea, passed through the jagged Godfall Mountains battered by fierce astral winds, then crossed the Heaven-Burning Desert, which stretched for millions of miles, with scarlet earth extending as far as the eye could see.

As the scenery changed continuously along the way, three years of seasons passed. The spiritual energy ahead gradually became mixed yet dense, and at last, an ancient forest shrouded in faint mist and stretching beyond the horizon appeared at the edge of their vision—Ten-Thousand Miasma Ancient Forest. They had arrived.

The flying vessel slowly descended and hovered at the edge of the ancient forest.

Zhang Shuai looked ahead, unable to suppress his shock.

Ancient trees towered before him, each so thick that dozens of people would be needed to encircle it. Their bark had the color of bronze, while their twisted branches rose into the clouds like coiling dragons.

Pang Qingfeng pointed ahead and introduced the place to Zhang Shuai. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is the Ten-Thousand Miasma Ancient Forest. Under normal circumstances, no one would dare set foot here, because the poisonous miasma within the forest is simply too formidable."

His expression turned grave as he continued, "This miasma is no trivial matter. Legend says it emanates from the depths of the Primordial Endless Domain. Not only can it corrode an immortal body, but even more frighteningly, it can silently devour the magical power and true essence of immortals and even Saints. Even a supreme Saint, if they remain here too long, will gradually have their cultivation eroded, eventually falling in realm or even facing the danger of perishing."

After a pause, he pointed toward the faintly visible,