Without the burden of Blaze, Alex moved alone. His speed as fast as lightning and rushing wind.
In the blink of an eye, he crossed several hundred miles and arrived at the foot of Feather Transformation Peak.
The area before him was planted full of exotic flowers and rare grasses. Looking as if they were fiercely competing in beauty.
But upon closer inspection, every single petal and every single blade of grass was engraved with fine, dense formation patterns.
"What an exquisite peak-protecting grand formation." Alex pinched a petal with his index and middle fingers, instantly feeling a needle-like prick of spiritual energy pouring into his fingertips.
If the one touching it wasn't him, but a cultivator below the Enlightenment Realm, they would probably have half their life claimed in an instant.
"Although the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are remote and impoverished, there is truly no lack of strange talents and extraordinary people." Alex muttered to himself.
