Chapter 110: You Call This a Wild Boar?

Qingcao gently swayed, the silver creek shimmered.

Wu Hen felt that this plain had a special color, almost like the glaze in ceramic craftsmanship.

The distant mountains overlapped, their colors distinct, yet exuding a sacred and serene spiritual charm.

The nearby tribe felt primitively pure, but it gave an inexplicable yearning, as if this return to the primal nature was already embedded in every human's genes. Whether they cultivated immortality or trekked through the stars, they always kept this piece of serene land in their hearts.

Wu Hen couldn't quite put it into words; it was just as the middle-aged man had said, preserving the ancient heritage of gathering and hunting, living on endlessly. But it was different from the primitiveness and backwardness recorded in books, their faces weren't worn from survival's fatigue and slaughter, nor did they lack spiritual wisdom...

The Scroll Realm?

What a special otherworldly realm.