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Chapter 364 - 364 216 Secrets of the Southern Dipper (4400)_1

Chapter 364: 216 Secrets of the Southern Dipper (4400)_1 Chapter 364: 216 Secrets of the Southern Dipper (4400)_1 This was a terrain similar to a basin, with higher surroundings and a lower middle area. Inside the gorge, a narrow lake had formed.

From a distance, Casio could see the green grass and dense trees by the lake. He stood in place and waited for several minutes, allowing his respiratory tract that had been burnt by the poisonous fog to recover. Gradually, Casio adjusted himself to his optimal state.

The sky was blue, as if it had been wiped with a wet cloth, leaving no dead angles. Stacked white clouds floated back and forth under the influence of the wind, blocking the hot sun on one side.

Bright light spread over the dense forests of the Roca Mountain Range.

Casio took a deep breath of the air filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

He reopened his eyes, which were bright as obsidian.

Next second, Casio stepped forward towards the canyon terrain a hundred meters away. Just after stepping forward for a dozen meters or so, a dull sound of running came from the dense forest on his left. He turned his head to look and found that there were several huge monkeys.

They were taller than an average human and were covered in muscles. Their red fur covered their entire bodies. Their white fangs very prominent, about the length of a normal human’s pinky.

Obviously, these were a type of mutated monkeys, with one of them being covered in injuries. Presumably, these were caused by the fighting amongst them. The multiple noticeable scars on his body made him look vicious.

The highest and largest scarred monkey faced Casio, opening his mouth wide.

He jutted out his sharp canine teeth.

Casio stood there motionless, his clothes billowing, and the life field of his Demon Idol Secret Martial Art rippled like waves.

However, this didn’t make the red-haired monkeys retreat, instead, it sparked their ferocity. Three monkeys growled and their eyes instantly turned blood-red. The leading scarred monkey wanted to charge forward, however, after taking two steps as if it had remembered something, it stopped and retreated.

Casio’s toe dug into the mud, a stone the size of an eyeball bounced up and got caught in his hand.

With a sweep of his blurry arm, like a black whip slipping through the air.

The stone thudded onto the scarred monkey’s chest, tearing his flesh and blood clots formed. This directly irritated the scarred monkey, jumping angrily on the ground while grinding its teeth and waving its arms randomly. But it didn’t dare to charge at Casio for revenge.

“Very tough muscles, at least three times the muscle density of an average male,” Casio, with flickering eyes, concluded from the casual test he had just performed. The stone that he had thrown was not one an ordinary human could block. A normal human body would only be pierced through.

The power and effect could almost be compared to a bullet.

The red-haired monkey was able to block it, and it was merely a skin wound…

Casio glanced at the furious monkey and then glanced at the gorge less than a hundred meters away, suddenly realizing something.

He ignored the shrieking over there and walked directly towards the Death Valley. About halfway there, a sound of breaking the air suddenly came from behind. Casio turned around and flicked his right hand, a blood wave finger gun directly shattered the flying stone.

Both feet shrank and popped, and he flew towards the gorge.

Ten seconds later.

Casio saw the situation inside the Death Valley. Due to the obstruction of the rocks on both sides, it was noticeably cooler and darker inside.

A few hundred meters in front was a narrow, small lake. The area around the lake was densely covered in creepers and grass, appearing full of vitality. As he moved closer, he saw several white birds slowly walking by the lake, their long claws stirring the clear water.

This scattering a line of light into a rhythmically moving fish scale shape.

The naturally blowing breeze has brought a damp smell from the gorge, causing the hem of Casio’s black clothes to flutter slightly.

“Why would such a place be called the Death Valley?”

He felt that the name was not very fitting, he continued moving forward, probably walking half a kilometer into the gorge. Casio stopped in his tracks, glanced behind and then at the front. At about the middle of the lake, the two sides had abruptly formed completely contrasting environments, as if separated by a boundary. One side was lush with grass, trees grouped together, with disturbed water plants and white birds circling.

The other side was lifeless, with some dull, grey dead grass on the ground. Occasionally, shards of rubble-like stones could be seen. Same with the trees, stands of them are dry and gnarled.

The center of the tree trunks all collectively slanted in one direction.

Dry and wrinkled, as if they had been burnt by a fire.

The airflow swirled, the air also emitted a weird unpleasant smell. Casio frowned and continued to walk deeper into the gorge.

About another half a kilometer away.

On the grey wasteland, a small cabin stood.

The cabin was near the lake, and there was also a reflection in the lake. Casio slowly walked along the lakeside, his pace getting slower and slower.

Finally, when he was less than five meters away from the small house, he stopped, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the lake.

The lake water was green and clear, shiny, and rippling. About thirty meters away from the edge of the lake, there was surprisingly a small island.

On the house-sized island, there was a vague figure sitting!

Casio’s gaze was piercing; thirty meters away for him was no different from being close at hand. It was a mossy island in the middle of the lake. Between the crevices, there was a small tree as thick as a wrist. Next to the small tree, on a round stone half the size of a person, was an average-looking old man with his eyes closed.

He was wearing a set of gray linen clothes, and his chin was adorned with a long white beard that was braided like a rope.