But the "Ghost Thorns" here grew astonishingly tall, unlike those they had seen along the way, which spread flat across the ground.
"We call this kind of place a mutated 'Ghost Thorn' mountain. This 'Ghost Thorn' mountain stretches for roughly two hundred li in every direction.
"We have explored several other 'Ghost Thorn' mountains elsewhere, but only in the center of this one did we find quite a few three-hundred- to six-hundred-year-old 'Flowers of the Other Shore.'
"So, if we want to pick them, we need to cross it.
"Otherwise, with only four days, I truly have no confidence that we could find suitable 'Flowers of the Other Shore' elsewhere."
As Monk Fike spoke, he looked at the "Ghost Thorns" ahead, which resembled a range of black mountains. Even his skin seemed to prickle with pain.
Although he was a body cultivator, after losing his spiritual power, all he had left was a body tougher than that of ordinary cultivators.
Those "Ghost Thorns" could not pierce his flesh, but passing through them still brought waves of pain.
Especially after walking over them for a long time, even he had to grit his teeth and persevere to keep going.
These "Ghost Thorns" were comparable to magical treasures. Their clothing could block them, certainly, but over a prolonged period, it was equivalent to having two magical treasures constantly collide.
They did not want their clothes damaged. Those were currently their best and final defense, so whenever they could endure with their bodies, they would roll up their robes and remove their boots.
As for the two cultivators ahead, not only was their cultivation lower than Monk Fike's, they were also spell cultivators. Every time they passed through here, the "Ghost Thorns" pricked them until they kept drawing sharp breaths.
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