As Zhou Qing continued onward, the scenery along the Blood River's banks gradually became monotonous.
The viscous blood silently flowed, and the Dead Crows floating on the water slowly swirled along with the current, occasionally colliding with dull sounds.
Yet there were no more messages left by the ancestors.
He had thought he could at least see Second Uncle's proud handwriting.
It seems later generations, despite using the experience of their predecessors to venture further, were ultimately hindered by those three Corpse Wax Crows, unable to truly penetrate the core of the forbidden area.
"Hmm?"
A half incense stick's time later, Zhou Qing suddenly furrowed his brows.
The blood mist ahead dispersed, revealing a familiar silhouette—the Ancient Tree entwined with six coffins, standing imposingly on the river's opposite bank!
"This..." Zhou Qing's breath hitched, swiftly rushing to the riverside.
Indeed, this was the original place of departure.
