It wasn't until an hour after they had left the east city that Shen Zhui heard a prompt from the Sacred Word Command, signifying they had reached the area of the Myriad Demonic Marsh.
Before him was a vast swamp, adorned with tall reeds swaying in the water's rhythm.
Underneath the water's surface, numerous enormous auras were faintly sparkling. Shen Zhui promptly gathered up his Wishful Battle Ship, employing levitation for navigation.
For the adventurers of their kind, the map outside Shangqiu City was a patch of complete mystery. Every mission they completed was equivalent to an expansion of the outskirts' map.
By now, Shen Zhui had thoroughly explored the five hundred li area beyond Shangqiu City. This Myriad Demonic Marsh expedition was his farthest flight yet.
"Lord Yan Hui mentioned that there is a legion stationed in the Myriad Demonic Marsh, but where exactly?" Shen Zhui's consciousness spread out like a tide, searching for the existence of True Text humans.