Four months later.
Dadangar Subcontinent.
Deeper into Duya Forest. Eternal Beast Dynasty.
It had been four long months since Aksai had entered the Duya Forest.
The deep wilderness had swallowed him whole, far past the noisy periphery where most cultivators dared not go.
Here, in the heart of the deep woods known as the Eternal Beast Dynasty, even the trees stood ancient and tall, their trunks as wide as small houses, their roots weaving like veins into the thick, mossy ground.
The ambient Spirit essence was as wild and untamed as the forest and the constant calls of strange, powerful beasts echoed in the distance.
Sunlight barely made it through the dense canopy above, and the forest always felt dim, as if stuck in a never-ending dusk.
Aksai moved quietly along a narrow game trail, his feet pressing gently into the damp soil. He stopped now and then to crouch and study the ground.
Claw marks. Crushed leaves. A faint musk in the air.
These were signs. Faint but clear.
