Qiu Mo led the way, and Ye Wushuang followed. Half a day later, the two arrived at a great mountain.
Even before they drew near, Ye Wushuang could feel a vast, heavy aura pressing down. As a result, not a single beast's shadow or bird's cry could be found for thousands of miles in any direction.
Ye Wushuang's brow was heavy as he strode into the mountains. Inside, there were no verdant pines or towering Ancient Trees—only rocks and wild grass, a desolate scene stretching as far as the eye could see.
This great mountain was none other than the Desolate Mountain!
The deeper they ventured into the mountain, the heavier the mysterious aura became, weighing on their shoulders like a great peak. It took Ye Wushuang and Qiu Mo a full hour to cover a mere thousand meters.
Then, an ancient temple came into view.
