Green grass was everywhere, and there was no fog. Wang Lin could see everything in the distance at a glance. As he moved, he passed by the edges of valleys. He would occasionally stop and close his eyes as if sensing the path ahead. After a while, he would open his eyes and move forward.
The mountain range that was like a wall could be seen in the distance. As time passed, Wang Lin gradually closed in.
After about a day, Wang Lin stopped outside a valley. This place was very close to the mountain range. After passing through this valley, he would reach the foot of the mountain range.
Looking at the valley before him, Wang Lin revealed a contemplative expression. This valley was a bit strange. After carefully looking at it, Wang Lin's eyes lit up. His right hand formed a seal, and a restriction appeared. He pointed at his forehead, and a black line flew out. It twisted and turned into a restriction mark that flew forward.