"Finding a needle in the ocean." Du Yu muttered, gazing at the endless bamboo forest below.
Clearly it was bamboo, but Du Yu felt as if he were standing on the Sea Realm's beach, facing the ocean.
This vast Bamboo Sea seemed endless at a glance.
Yang Qingqing deeply agreed, but she was at a loss. She and her disciple had been riding the deer swiftly for a long time.
The speed of the Dust Spirit Deer race was undoubtedly indisputable.
But after traveling for so long, the world below seemed unchanged?
The omnipresent bamboo, one connected forest after another, even gave the illusion that the Dust Spirit Deer was treading in place.
After a moment of hesitation, Yang Qingqing spoke, "Let's go down and take a look."
"Okay." Du Yu responded deeply, leading the deer to slowly descend into the bamboo forest.
