When Grandpa Maoyu left, he was gone for a full three years, wandering from one mountain peak to another, one dense forest expanding into another. Sitting on the branch, Hou Niao had long lost his sense of direction, but he didn't care anymore. Over these three years, the only thing he did was breathe in and breathe out the abundant Wood Spirit Energy here, day and night, enjoying it immensely.
Before coming to Beimu Forest, he didn't even know such a place existed on Jinxiu Continent. The sect archives had scant descriptions of it because not even Nascent Soul cultivators were willing to risk crossing over twenty thousand miles through the Ten Thousand Mountains to this Muling World to seek opportunities.
More often than not, there may not be opportunities, but Great Demons were certain to be encountered.
