During Great Desolate Swamp’s summer, wind always blows from the south eastern direction.

While flying against the wind, Lin Xi, Chi Xiaoye and Nangong Weiyang already traveled for close to half a month.

Right now, not far from Lin Xi, one could already vaguely make out an exceptionally bright green color that formed a clear boundary with Great Desolate Swamp’s dark clouds. According to what Chi Xiaoye said, this was precisely the primitive forest her clansmen called Ancient Witch Forest.

When she saw her homeland become closer and closer, there was a layer of seriousness that was added to Chi Xiaoye’s face.

“What is that?”

Lin Xi stared blankly as he pointed at a pillar-like vertical protrusion in the greenery, asking this.

The scenery before his eyes truly was shocking.

For the sake of saving a bit of strength, borrowing a bit of the wind currents, the golden Yunqin...