Meanwhile, at the Eight Demons Ridge.
The Mystic Realm of the Golden Jade Fairy Gate Ruins.
Dense nature's spiritual energy converged into layers of cloud and mist, creating an ethereal landscape among the mountains. Cloud Cranes, creatures that have resided here since ancient times, roam freely in the clouds, flapping their wings and letting out delightful, noisy calls.
Through the cloud and mist, one can vaguely see towering Spiritual Mountains standing tall.
Even after withstanding the relentless erosion of time, the Spiritual Mountains still emanate an overwhelming majesty that is awe-inspiring.
No one dares to underestimate its might.
"Have you found anything?" A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, his face stern like a blade, his eyes as deep as a pool, calmly asked, looking at the Mystic Realm ahead.
Gongsun Yi, Du Yulin, and the man in the black robe accompanying them from behind all felt uneasy.
