Leaving the dilapidated black tower behind, Fang Hao was still pondering that dark gold metal sphere. That thing felt incredibly special; its energy was terrifyingly pure, and it seemed to offer significant benefits for his practice of the Chaos Derivation Art. Once he found a slightly safer place, he would have to study it thoroughly. For now, however, he first needed to figure out exactly what was going on in this godforsaken place; that Spiritual Energy Convergence Point to the northeast might be a Breakthrough point.
His Escape Light hugged the ground, moving at a moderate pace. As Fang Hao flew, he extended his Divine Sense as far as possible, remaining vigilant for any anomalies that might appear. The ruins of the Xuanfeng Mountain Range were truly bizarre—deadly silent and desolate, with unstable space and the occasional appearance of elemental monsters like Lava Sand Spirits, forcing him to be cautious.
