Liu Wuxie had been running for what felt like an eternity. The Martial Astral Vein was so vast that it stretched to the far end of the horizon.0

He had thought he was safe after escaping the Eight-Legged Bull and Blood Python, but who could have expected the Golden-Scaled Roc to persistently chase him, unwilling to give up?0

There was no time to rest as Liu Wuxie ran for three days and nights, crossing countless peaks. He had thought of fighting the Golden-Scaled Roc, even killing it if necessary. But things were far more complicated than he had imagined, as the roc could call spiritual beasts over.0

He had attempted to fight back earlier, but the Golden-Scaled Roc called upon aerial spiritual beasts to flank him, forcing him to abandon the battle and flee in desperation.0

On the fourth day, he crossed a river and came to an abrupt halt at the sight of wooden fences ahead. He narrowed his eyes. Judging by their construction, it seemed like someone was living there.0

He had heard rumors of other races living deep in the Martial Astral Vein, but...0