Lu Chen glanced back. Huo Yao was still enveloped in that faint layer of golden light, her breath weak. He took a deep breath, burying the grief and anxiety deep within his heart. He knew this was not the time for sorrow; he had to pull himself together, for Yaoyao and for this world.
Following the direction pointed out by the Messenger of Light, he resolutely stepped into the vast mountain range. The mountain roads were rugged and wreathed in clouds and mist, yet Lu Chen's pace was exceptionally firm, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward. He crossed mountains and ridges, pushed through dense jungles, and finally found the entrance to the Forest of Elements deep within a secluded canyon.
Ancient trees blotted out the sun, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow. The air was filled with a damp chill, and the unusual calls of birds and insects echoed from time to time. Everything appeared mysterious and ancient.
Chapter 89