"This was the outcome of the battle I had with the mysterious master of the Source of Evil back then, with Feng Zishuang desperately resisting a blow.
In that battle, Zishuang's arm was invaded by an Evil Spirit, and it was severed by me. Her finger broke off in this place."
"If there's truly a seed of the Life Ancient Tree, then only that place might have it."
"But now, am I about to step into that place again?"
Zhou Yan murmured to himself, quickly thinking of some things he had to face.
But even so, Zhou Yan still flew towards that place.
As he flew over, that severed finger unexpectedly flew towards Zhou Yan's brow.
Within his brow, the Eternal Spirit held an altar and absorbed the finger.
This way, Feng Zishuang's hand will surely become much more nimble.
Zhou Yan flew towards a distant gigantic barren mountain.
The barren mountain looked like a divine turtle dragging a giant dragon.
At a glance, there was an immensely grand aura.
