Heading west through howling winds, Lin Fan soon entered a lifeless stretch of land that had likewise been destroyed by the great battle.
Shattered mountain ranges and cracked earth lay everywhere. The land was utterly desolate, without a blade of grass or a sound.
"Where exactly did Zhu Yan hide?" Lin Fan scratched his head, growing a little anxious.
He remembered that Zhu Yan had hidden the Mountain Treasure, along with himself, in a vast lake. But now the entire western region had been baked dry, without a drop of water remaining.
Finding it would be no easy task. This region was vast, with countless dried-up lakes. Searching them one by one would certainly take a long time.
Moreover, he remembered that the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow had never given up its search either. While Zhu Yan was undergoing rebirth and had lost his memories, the sparrow had actually succeeded.
But later, during the great calamity of the Lower Realm, the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow had been killed by the Saint Honghu, and the Mountain Treasure had ultimately fallen into the saint's hands.
The wind whistled as Lin Fan used his treasure to race more than ten thousand li, carefully searching every large, dried-up lake and digging three feet into the earth.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, an enormous vicious bird flew in from afar, blotting out the sky and sun, seemingly without end. Black mist shrouded its entire body, obscuring its true appearance. Only a pair of lantern-sized green eyes was visible.
With a spread of its wings, the entire world rumbled. Savage hostility surged to the heavens, and its eyes were like two blood moons, their power surging in waves. A single glance was enough to make one's soul tremble.
"Could that be the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow? Wasn't it injured too? How did it return so