Fang Hao plunged into the Hundred Flowers Mountain Range and spent seven or eight days wandering the outskirts.
This place was truly vast; the forest was as dense as a wall, with no paths, forcing him to carve his own way.
Relying on his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes and Ethereal Art, he managed to find a few decent-aged common Spirit Medicines and casually slaughtered a few ignorant first and second-rank Demon Beasts as a warm-up.
However, he hadn't even seen a hair of the main ingredients needed for forming golden core.
"The outskirts are still too 'clean'; the good stuff is probably inside," Fang Hao said, feeling a bit discouraged as he looked at the fifty-year-old "Blood-Coagulating Grass" he had just dug up.
He had a whole patch of this stuff growing in his Chaos Grotto-Heaven, enough to use as firewood.
He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and decided to venture deep into the inner reaches!
