The fleet of paper boats followed its designated route.
The disciples on board began to reveal their auras, scaring away countless would-be spies.
"Look, this is the infamous chaotic land."
Yuan Chu suddenly lifted his chin, gesturing for Bai Mo to see.
Bai Mo looked down and saw a swirling nexus of spiritual energy. Below, the Spiritual Qi of the earth mingled with turbid qi, creating a breathtaking sight.
Yuan Chu said, "A place with such astonishing spiritual energy attracts countless Cultivators. They fight here endlessly, day after day. Mortals are almost nonexistent."
As the two talked, their gazes shifted, and they happened to witness a bloody slaughter.
Down in a mountain valley, a battle was raging. Flashes of colorful light shone as severed limbs flew through the air.
"Most of the people here aren't local Cultivators. They're outsiders searching for treasure. Countless conflicts have erupted, and the web of grievances is too tangled to ever unravel."
