About an hour passed.
Xu Yang arrived at the edge of the Ancient Shadow Gold Mine's territory—an expanse of barren mountains stretching endlessly, with sparse vegetation and jagged rocks; yet seen from without, these hills did not stand high, but emanated an overwhelming, thick heaviness.
"What an astonishing power of origin."
Xu Yang lifted his eyes, shaken to the core.
The invisible origin energy flowing and spilling here, as he perceived it, surpassed even the Four Spirits Immortal Mountain by a clear margin.
All along the way, this place was the one where the power of origin gathered most densely among all the treasured lands he'd witnessed.
"The Ancient Shadow Gold Mine—this is the right place."
Xu Yang licked his lips and shot forward like lightning.
As he entered the wilderness, he was shocked to find vibrant vitality everywhere.
Even among the bare, crooked rocks, countless tender shoots had sprouted, lush and green.
This place's rebirth was no mere illusion.
