Thymaleon, weakened from reassembling his body, transformed into a dim streak of white light and flew toward a hidden valley in the southeast.

Under the moonlight, his figure no longer looked transcendent and graceful. Instead, he appeared hurried and disheveled.

He passed through layers of primitive jungle shrouded in eerie mist and swept over several marshes lurking with dangerous presences. Finally, he reached his destination.

The valley's entrance was blocked by dense vines and bizarre stone formations. Unless someone knew the path, they would never be able to find it.

Thymaleon chanted an obscure incantation. His fingertips barely gathered a trace of light, which he pressed into the empty air.

As the ripples spread outward, the vines and stones twisted and vanished, revealing a narrow opening just wide enough for one person.

The cave inside was deep and dark. Strange gemstones embedded in the stone walls on both sides emitted a soft, white glow, illuminating the way forwar