The Hidden Forest. If there were one place all across the Barbarian Continent avoided like the plague, regardless of cultivation, it would be the Hidden Forest. It bore that name because of a brume that clouded its entrance, an entrance not many dared brave in the first place.
Across the Ancient Crystal World's history, beneath the Divine Rank, none managed to make their way out of the Hidden Forest. And even above the Divine Rank, those who did often failed to reconstruct the events they'd experienced there. Only a scant few could go in and out unscathed.
Berken and Gulistan were naturally among those.
And now, they stood before the Ancient Crystal World's tallest tree, a one-hundred kilometers tall tree whose branches stretched across several miles. And looking at that tree, for once, Gulistan's face shone with gravity.
*Ouuuuuuuuin!*
*Ouuuuuuuuin!*
*Ouuuuuuuuin!*