“I need to find a quiet place where I can recuperate…. I remember that Zhou Dekun2 was taken to the Black Lands…. Furthermore, there should be information about the Eyeless Larva3 here. I wonder if I’ll be able to refine one.” Meng Hao once again produced Ji Hongdong’s bag of holding. The magical symbol on it was by no means weak. Meng Hao was able to suppress it slightly, but was unable to open the bag. He could tell that if he was able to suppress the seal for long enough, then he would be able to.
A long time passed, after which Meng Hao once again closed his eyes. He allowed the vines to continue forward without rest. Soon, more than a month had passed.
Occasionally he would encounter some Black Lands Cultivators. They were for the most part skinny and bony, with an intensely fiendish aura. They were usually alone, or rarely, in groups of three or five. To Meng Hao, most of them seemed like lone wolves.
This was very different than the Southern Domain.
It seemed people here were used to treading the line between life and death. The only way to ensure continued existence was to soak one’s hands in blood.