Gu Luo led Yun He onward.
A short while later, they reached a broad, quiet flagstone road. Beside it stood a flower bed, where various flowers and plants formed words in the Universal Language: Primal Region.
Beep!
A faint halo flashed around Gu Luo, and he could advance no farther. He stopped and said, "Your Highness, this is as far as I can go. Follow this road ahead, and you'll reach the Primal Region. Once you enter, a member of the management staff will guide you."
"Thank you, Mr. Gu Luo." After thanking him, Yun He continued onward.
As he walked along the quiet flagstone road, waves of floral fragrance drifted to his nose, soothing his mind.
After traveling a dozen or so kilometers, his view opened up. Ahead lay the extravagantly luxurious entrance to the Primal Region.
The grand, imposing gates had been carved from ancient-looking gray stone.
Several servants stood at the entrance. When they saw Yun He approach, the elderly man leading them came forward.
"Your Highness Yun He." An elderly man with white hair and a white beard, dressed in white robes, stepped forward to greet him.
His presence seemed to make the surrounding space brighter and warmer. Like a sun, he gently warmed everyone who approached him. "Welcome to the Primal Region, and to the ranks of the Primal Secret Region."
"Thank you." Yun He smiled and nodded.
"I am Aitor, the administrator of everyday affairs in the Primal Region." The white-robed elder's hair and beard, whiter than snow, fluttered in the wind. "Please follow me, Your Highness Yun He."
Yun He followed Aitor, and the two rose into the air and flew into the Primal Region.
As one of the five major regions of Yuxiang Mountain, the Primal Region was enormous. It occupied a