Xuanhuang Small World.
Third Mountain Range of the Southwest, Wu Branch Range.
This was a typical tilted fault-block mountain range. Massive rock formations had shifted vertically along fracture planes during intense geological movement, the raised side forming cliffs as sheer as knife-cut walls, while the other gradually sloped into long, gentle inclines. At this moment, a small team was struggling forward through the narrow strip of land between the steep cliffs and the gentle slopes.
The sky of the Xuanhuang Small World was not high.
Even from the highest point of this mountain range, there was no broad, magnificent feeling of looking down upon all the mountains below.
That perpetually grayish-white, murky canopy hung low, like a sheet of frosted glass pressing down upon the world. When the already dim daylight weakened further, an oppressive sense of confinement abruptly arose between heaven and earth, weighing heavily upon the heart. On top of that, the thin aura descending from the sky, not yet fully purified, tangled endlessly with the foul breath churning from cracks in the earth, mixed with residual Dragon Skeleton Malevolent Qi. It shrouded the entire world in a chaotic atmosphere of primordial ignorance.
Zheng Suyi carried a small woven basket, the translucent sprite wings behind her back continuously vibrating at an extremely subtle frequency, producing an almost inaudible hum as they supported her light body about a foot above the ground.
The basket was lined with damp moss, upon which lay neatly arranged tree seeds the size of jujubes, their skins crystalline and crimson. These were said to be Golden Crow Wood seeds specially requisitioned from Zhong Mountain's treasury. They contained a strand of pure Fire Attribute Life Force and were exceptionally effective at stabilizing Earth Qi and channeling Spiritual Essence.
Trees belonged to wood.
Wood gave birth