There were beast auras everywhere, so many that one could hardly keep count. His best guess from intuition was that there were at least two hundred thousand of them. This was equal to the second wave that had emerged from the door. Who knows how many more in the forest were still dormant?

Qianye immediately calmed down after a moment of panic; there was no more fluctuation at all. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know that exploring a forest of this level was playing with fire at his level.

Safety was never a prerequisite in his operations, mainly because he didn’t have enough time. The distance between him and the Sacred Mountain was a distance others could only gaze upon with envy, something that would plunge anyone into despair. That was a distance he would need to cover.

He had no good way for it, either. All he could do was forge ahead continuously, taking one step at a time. The only thing he needed to pause and think about was how to forge ahead amidst the perils. Stopping was never an option for him.

Qianye’s figure flickered continuously through the horde of beasts and soon arrived at the heart of the forest.

The arrangement here was generally the same. The Holy Trees standing at each corner confirmed his guesses. The pond between...