Fang Yun rode Walking the Blue Clouds forward, with medicinal fields protected by powerful forces on either side.
The battle between the two of them earlier had not affected the medicinal fields in the slightest.
Apart from the Shellwing Emperor's Radiant Sun Descent, no power could provoke the hundred coffins into action.
As far as the eye could see, the medicinal fields lay in orderly rows. Divine herbs of every shape and color covered the entire island-some understated, some magnificent, some ordinary, some vivid-all brimming with life, refreshing the heart and lifting the spirit.
Before long, Fang Yun reached the center of the Medicine Garden.
Ahead lay a circular rise, with a stone house standing quietly in its center. Before the house was a wall carved with nine dragons. Nine dragon heads protruded from the wall, water spilling from their mouths to form a river channel encircling the rise.
A slope connected the rise to the ground below. Two river channels converged at the top of the slope into a single river, which flowed down its center. Upon reaching the foot of the slope, the water entered ditches on either side and flowed into the medicinal fields, nourishing the divine herbs.
During the battle, Fang Yun had not dared approach this place, for the Nine-Dragon Wall was clearly no ordinary object.
Although the Nine-Dragon Wall was crude rather than exquisite, and the dragon heads only roughly resembled dragons, like statues weathered for tens of thousands of years, Fang Yun knew that fighting near the river and disturbing its water would inevitably enrage the power of Hundred Coffin Island.
Years ago, the various races had already speculated that the master of the Ancient God Pagoda had vanished, or that it had always belonged to Burial Saint Valley without any definite master.