At this moment, Gu Yuan was flying swiftly, and on his shoulder lay a half-foot-long centipede with a shiny silver shell.
Though it appeared motionless, its two antennae were subtly twitching, sensing danger for Gu Yuan.
"To be honest, although this small world is dangerous, it indeed has some good things."
As Gu Yuan flew, he toyed with a fist-sized black-gray object that seemed like a mix of wood and stone, appearing rather unassuming.
If tossed on the ground casually, it would be taken as nothing more than a piece of rotten wood.
However, in truth, it was something he found from within a stump.
That stump was as large as a hill and should have been a towering ancient tree with a diameter of over a hundred meters.
Yet for some unknown reason, it had withered and broken from the base.
Gu Yuan originally didn't pay much attention to it, but as he paused nearby, he sharply sensed a pure vitality hidden within the stump.
