Netherworld, north of Mount Tai.
In the deep mountains where ranges intertwined, ancient trees stood thick and tall, their branches dense with foliage. A grayish-black haze wove through the mountains, impenetrable to sunlight, revealing an eerie, gloomy, icy coldness, and a soul-chilling dread.
The mountains were silent, save for the breeze sighing through the trees and the rustling of fallen leaves on the ground.
It was rare to see any living creature here.
But strangely, a woman in green sat cross-legged in this very place. Her beautiful, ethereal face was now furrowed in pain, as if she were enduring some terrible agony, resisting a tearing sensation that ordinary people could hardly bear.
This person was Guang Xiaoyu.
After parting ways with her senior brother Chen Pingping in the Western Wilderness, Guang Xiaoyu had plunged headfirst into the Demon Cultivation Sacred Land.
It was a terrifying world.
