Tracking, sly.1

About three thousand miles away from purple light ruins was a barren, desolate land.

Not a blade of grass grew here, and the Maroon rocks were as sharp as knives, as if they would fall at any moment.

There was also an inexplicable gust of wind that came from nowhere, grinding the rocks into strange shapes.

Even though the environment was extremely harsh, there were still a large number of strange creatures that were fierce and vicious.

A figure suddenly appeared on a steep mountain peak that was about a thousand meters tall. It was Tang Zhen who had just left purple light ruins.

He didn't follow the light ball's guidance to search for the possible origin spiritual treasure, because he didn't know how long it would take and how far he would have to travel.

Looking for the deranged cultivator and taking back the two origin soul treasures that the other party owed had naturally become Tang Zhen's top priority.