Time flies,
Early summer.
Dragon Cypress steered the Dominating Throne, carrying Ink Orchid, returning to the Purple Tung Insect Nation.
Rested for two days.
Then set out again with White Rice, heading straight for Great Elm Mountain.
...
Short mountain ranges sprawled above the plain forests.
To the south of the mountains lies an irregularly shaped small lake; inspecting the soil, one could still find embankments built with the reinforcement of Earth System Abilities back in the woodlands, dating four to five thousand years ago.
During the long years of geological change, flowing soils and wanton growth of plants had filled in two-thirds of the lake.
"Dragon Cypress Ant King, is it here?"
White Rice was most unaccustomed to the Origin Force Vacuum environment, hurriedly jumping back to the Throne, opening its air pores, and inhaling desperately at the Origin Force released by the Throne.
"It should be right here."
