Thousands of lakes were scattered all over a vast plain.
The abundant water vapor caused this place to be covered by clouds and fog all year round, and the vegetation to flourish.
At night, the originally quiet fog surged wildly. Suddenly, a blood carriage appeared from the fog and flew into the distance.
He came and went like lightning, like a glimpse of a Swan, fierce and strange but almost tangible, like a demon or ghost.
In the blood carriage, in a space that was far more spacious than the outside, PEI Ling was sitting in the middle. He had already changed into a black brocade robe woven with gold.
At this moment, his aura was restrained, and no cultivation could be seen at all. Although he was rushing to the battlefield, his expression and actions were more natural and calm than when he had just entered the sect.
