Qiong Mountain, dreadful valley.
The valley was filled with an Ancient Sword Intent so terrifying it could kill upon contact.
The bright red wild fruits, amidst the fierce and chaotic Sword Intent, were so vivid and dazzling they almost hurt the eyes.
Dangerous threats often appeared beautiful, just like this fantastically gorgeous and dizzying Sword Intent valley.
Zhou Yan had traveled here and stopped in this land of desolate mountains and evil waters, his expression calm.
Below this valley lay endless perils.
Ahead was an unfathomable abyss, and even further, a cliff where not a single blade of grass grew.
There were no paths above this gorge, if one wished to cross, they had to leap.
To leap was to possibly face death, for even Zhou Yan could not see through such a harsh place.
This wicked place had the aura of an Ancient Array and a chaotic killing intent, giving him a suffocating sense of extermination.
