Fantasy

In the depths of the Dark Forest, was a hilly region where only an extremely limited number of cultivators had ventured.

Over here, there were actually no hints of demonic Qi, and was equivalent a pure land.

On top of a gigantic slab of stone at the peak of the hill, there was a figure lying there. This figure was none other than Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian didn’t know where in the world he was. He was only concerned about not letting his last wisps of consciousness become extinguished.