How could Lin Feng be willing to give up just like that? He clenched his teeth, a resolute light flashing in his eyes, and continued his search on Mount Buzhou.
He walked slowly along the rugged, winding, and undulating mountain path, taking each step with extreme caution. His gaze was like a torch, missing not the slightest detail, for fear of overlooking any nook or cranny that might conceal a treasure. On both sides of the path stood grotesque, bizarrely shaped rocks. Some resembled crouching beasts with bared fangs and brandished claws, as if ready to pounce on passersby at any moment; their sharp ridges looked like the fangs of wild animals, exuding a chilling aura. Others looked like immortals pointing the way, their slender fingers directed toward an unknown distance, giving rise to infinite imagination as if guiding Lin Feng to explore mysterious realms previously unknown.
While cautiously observing his surroundings, Lin Feng pondered inwardly about the opportunities that the Pangu God might have left behind. He thought to himself: "The Pangu God performed the monumental feat of creating heaven and earth. As Mount Buzhou was formed from his very body, it must conceal countless secrets and treasures. I must search carefully and not miss a single trace."
Chapter 92