Arriving At Cold Moon Valley

In the sky, a flying ship was flying at ten times the speed of sound. It tore through the air like a gust

of wind, heading into the distance.

This flying ship was Xia Ping's Radiant God.

At this time, it had already flown for seven days. It had finally flown from Yanhuang University to the

edge of Savage Forest.

Savage Forest had many mountains, one after another. The plants were lush and lush. Many trees

stood tall, each of them extremely huge. They were hundreds of meters tall, and it would take four

to five people to wrap their arms around them.

From time to time, terrifying roars of demonic beasts could be heard coming from the depths of the forest, giving off a wild aura. It was as if this forest had always been like this since ancient times.

At this time, Xia Ping was in the gravity room of the Radiant God, cultivating in seclusion.