Wen Yan carried his backpack and set off along the road. His speed wasn't particularly fast—at most a hundred kilometers a day. The hardest part was the silence, the dead stillness, the dimness, and the endless wilderness of the Netherworld, walking for hundreds of kilometers without feeling any change at all.
The outline of the mountains to the north of the manor had long disappeared. He was heading west, because he'd once seen fiery clouds in the west—something was definitely there.
Though, most likely, it was where the Flame-Worshipping Cult and the Demon Kingdom had fallen.
He wasn't really afraid of danger—he was more afraid there'd be nothing there.
An empty wilderness meant he'd find nothing—and naturally, there'd be no way to find a way back.
He relied on the Button Locator to determine subtle directions, and the talismans from Mount Mao to sense and guide his general path.
