C291 The Burning of Life

The Fallen Holy Valley closely resembled an enormous imprint of a hand. The stone house sat at the center of the palm, while the spot where he had initially fallen was near the wrist, not far from the center. Now, he was heading toward the middle finger, the point farthest from the palm's center, likely several hundred miles away.

At first, Tianyu had assumed it was the work of a powerful being