Lin Feng spent a whole day nursing his injuries back to health, and then, gathering his emotions, he continued to fly toward the depths of the Ancient God Demon Battlefield. Although life was cruel, it still had to go on, so one ought to strive and persevere. Lin Feng could only console himself.
That night, Lin Feng rested by a small stream, where he heard the sound of breaking air. Several cultivators flew by in the distance; Lin Feng quickly extinguished his campfire and jumped up into a large tree.
He didn't know who those people were, and the God Demon Battlefield indeed harbored unfathomable dangers that demanded constant vigilance lest one met a grave and traceless end.
The cultivators landed, collected some water, and then sat cross-legged next to a large tree to rest.
"There's talk of a ten-thousand-year elixir appearing in the depths, but who knows if it's true?" one cultivator said.
