A Blessed Land for Mortal Fang Yu

Deep within the Bloody Forbidden Area, amid jagged, grotesque rocks, a figure in a green robe moved soundlessly like a ghost. It was Fang Yu.

His brand-new green robe stood out conspicuously in this perilous place. The faintly lazy smile on his face was utterly at odds with the solemn and killing atmosphere around him, yet it carried a chilling composure.

Within his eyes, the Rinne Sharingan slowly turned, its mysterious tomoe patterns seeming to pierce through layers of rock wall and misty barriers.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened. On an ordinary mountain wall within his sight, faint Spatial Ripples appeared beneath the power of his Dojutsu Power.

"Hmm? Something's strange."

His body shifted as he silently drew closer. Gathering a thread of spiritual power at his fingertip, he lightly tapped the center of the ripple.

With a soft hum, the mountain wall rippled like water, revealing a deep opening barely wide enough for one person to pass through!

Fang Yu was skilled and bold. Without hesitation, he flashed inside.

The moment he entered, the view before him abruptly opened up!

What narrow cave was this?

It was clearly a Blessed Land that had formed a world of its own!

The ceiling soared high above, as though a river of stars flowed across it.

Warm spiritual jade paved the ground beneath his feet. Spiritual mist lingered all around, while strange flowers and exotic plants carpeted the area, releasing a refreshing fragrance.

The dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth had nearly condensed into substance. With every breath, his limbs and bones felt incomparably at ease, and even the bottleneck in his cultivation showed faint signs of loosening.

A spiritual spring wound through the land, babbling softly and adding a touch of immortal charm.

Laojun's phantom emerged amid the spiritual energy. With