Fang Hao and his group passed through the Misty Forest, and the view before them suddenly opened up.
The towering Wolong Mountain Range lay before them, its terrain coiling like a crouching Dragon, shrouded in dense Spiritual Qi with ancient trees reaching towards the sky.
Deep within the mountain range, an area shrouded in rosy clouds was vaguely visible; that was where the ruins were located.
The closer they got to the ruins, the more Cultivators they encountered.
There were Sect Disciples, members of various Families, and even more Loose Cultivators of all kinds.
The air was thick with tension, anticipation, and a faint, lingering scent of blood.
Evidently, secret conflicts had already broken out in the struggle for an advantage.
"It seems news travels fast," Liang Ling said softly, her gaze sweeping over the vigilant or greedy eyes around them.
