Hanging Fate Valley was straight and profound, spanning across Qian Shan and hundreds of other peaks, gathering all the mountain streams into its midst and forming a ceaselessly flowing Great River.
On both sides of the Great River, raised stone beaches were filled with overflowing water, and dark green aquatic plants spread across the rocks, waiting for the rainy season to arrive.
An Jing followed the Sword Spirit's guidance and entered deeper into the Hanging Fate Valley.
The fog thickened.
Ink-colored water vapor lingered in the valley, forming a faint haze on the surface of sand and rock walls, with river water gushing out from the deep darkness, concealing footsteps.
It was said that this place was where a Sword Immortal had slain demons during the great disaster of ancient times, the long years had eroded both the heavenly and demonic Qi's, hidden within the earth veins of the mountains and rivers.
"It's just ahead,"
