Two days later, the Youlan Mountain Range.
Li Yunjing stood amidst the clouds, overlooking the vast mountain range.
The mountains rose like dragons, winding in undulations, dense demon aura transforming into gray-black mist, slowly flowing through the valleys.
Towering ancient trees rose up from the ground, amidst their branches and leaves could be faintly seen Demon Beasts lurking, crimson eyes glimmering in the darkness.
Returning to familiar ground, yet his mindset was entirely different.
Years ago, he was merely a Junior Cultivator not yet in Foundation Establishment, cautiously sneaking into this place, seeking a slim chance.
Returning today, he was now the Vice Sect Leader of the Shenxiao Dao Sect, bearing the heavy duty of the sect's survival.
"It was here back then..."
Li Yunjing's gaze fell towards the depths of the mountain range.
There lay a giant rift valley, the location of Forbidden Valley.
Memories surged like tide...
