Just like before, as the two walked, the scenery remained unchanged. All around, there were just jagged rocks, twisted dead trees, and a thick fog that wrapped around everything like a suffocating shroud.
The wind howled through the darkness, cold and hollow, carrying with it the scent of ash and decay.
Their boots crunched against the gravel and stone, each step ringing out with a quiet clink in the heavy silence.
And yet… this time, Langtian didn't feel as afraid, nor did he feel as stifled or lost as before.
Perhaps he had simply grown used to this desolate atmosphere.
Or maybe… it was thanks to the Lotus Heart Sutra of the Tranquil Dao. Ever since he began practicing it, his mind had become clearer, steadier, less easily influenced by the demonic energy that saturated the very air of this valley.
Instead, a sense of quiet peace followed him now.
