บท 159: Civilization

The Midland was literally boundless; with Mr Crow's full speed added with Si Wen Ming's accelerating magic, it had still taken Mr Crow over a month to fly to the incomparable Great Land in the center of the Midland world.

Ji Hao jumped down from Mr Crow's back and landed steadily on the black rich soil, which was even oozing out oil. Ji Hao was wearing grass shoes that had been made from dry, thin grass. The oily black soil soaked Ji Hao's feet, giving him a magical feeling.

Ji Hao silently sensed this feeling.

Standing on this land, Ji Hao felt as if he was like a seed that had fallen into the soil, wrapped up by the rich and soft soil, and encircled by an ancient and great power. To Ji Hao, this was a strange and completely new piece of land, yet he sensed a feeling that he would only sense from home, a feeling that was about being close to the origin.