Though he had prepared himself mentally, the time this journey took still exceeded Chen Cang's expectations.
They traveled south from the Northern Region of the Central Plains, passing a thousand mountains and crossing ten thousand waters, even transferring through nearly forty space wormholes.
Yet even so, it took the group a full five months to finally set foot in the continent's south.
This was the place known as the Land of Exile.
During that time, aside from the monotonous traveling, there had been little worth mentioning-just a handful of things.
First was Chen Cang's strength.
He had advanced another step and now stood at the peak of Seven-Star Dou Wang.
This pace fell short of his previous progress, but compared with other Dou Wangs, it was undoubtedly many, many times faster.
The Flame Lizardmen's fire cores deserved most of the credit for this improvement.
Somewhat regrettably, just as he had expected, the more fire cores he refined, the more sharply their effectiveness declined.
It was expected, nothing surprising.
Second, after half a year of effort, Queen Medusa had gained complete dominance in her tug-of-war with the Little Sky Swallowing Python over their soul fusion.
Although Queen Medusa had not said so outright, Chen Cang knew she had already reached the final stage. He believed it would not be long before she brought the task to a successful conclusion.
Third, thanks to the Blood Seal, Dragon Island had not detected Zi Yan's presence. So far, neither side had made contact, which put Chen Cang considerably more at ease.
Finally, there was the Heavenly Fire Venerable. With the aid of the ten-thousand-year soul-cleansing marrow, he could not have been in better condition. His soul had already recovered to its peak.
In his own words, even dealing with Fei Tian of the Wind