Divine Land Continent.
Southwest corner, Celestial Ridge Immortal Stronghold!
This place is surrounded by mountains, shrouded in mist all year round, with extremely lush vegetation.
It's late spring, the forest is vibrant, and the scent of herbs permeates the air.
In the stronghold, seven or eight young men and women, dressed in coarse cloth shirts, carry bamboo herbal baskets, following behind a middle-aged man in a yellow robe.
The leading man in the yellow robe is Uncle Chen Si, an elder in the stronghold, calm in demeanor, and the person these young ones trust the most.
He looks solemn, his eyes scanning the group, occasionally speaking, urging everyone to always be cautious of the poisonous insects and unknown dangers lurking in the forest.
The entire forest is tranquil and serene, only the rustling of the wind and the soft sound of leaves can be heard.
But just then!
A young boy at the end of the group suddenly froze.
