Horn-Sand Ancient Forbidden Land.
The moon hid, the stars sank.
The moment Wang Congyun raised his eyes, he saw the Blood Deer standing several yards away, battered and broken, covered in wounds. Within it lay the great sorrow of all beings of the Agricultural Path, born amid tears of blood.
As it approached, it raised its head without sorrow or joy. Its round spiritual eyes faintly shimmered with green light, like the flickering forms of countless Agricultural Path cultivators.
Suspicion rose in his heart. He had no idea where it had come from. After hesitating, he raised a hand, intending to stroke the deer's head.
Pat.
The Blood Deer tilted its head away, carrying itself with cold, arrogant pride.
Wang Congyun:
Quite the proud little thing. It won't even let me touch it?
He awkwardly withdrew his hand. Just as he was pondering this spiritual creature's origins, the Blood Deer cocked its head at him, then turned and slowly walked toward the depths of the forbidden land, every hoofstep measured and orderly.
Wang Congyun's heart tightened.
He knew the Horn Sand Forbidden Land well. Over the past twenty-odd years, the Daoist Sect had expanded around the sword formation. After countless Agricultural Path cultivators' flesh and blood had purified it, they had roughly mapped out its boundaries. This sword formation covered ten thousand miles in every direction, stretching immensely deep and occupying eighty or ninety percent of Horn Sand. It extended all the way toward an ancient wasteland, a place none could enter.
They had roughly determined its range, but made little progress in figuring out how to venture deeper into the sword formation, break it, or unravel it.
And where the Blood Deer was heading was precisely within the sword formation's boundaries!
Wang Congyun grew even more baffled. Gazing into