Wolong Mountain Range, Dragon Head Peak.
The cold wind howled past, raising a large amount of dust that filled the sky.
For decades, Dragon Head Peak gradually became desolate, the earth and stones severely weathered. With one step, a deep footprint was left on the ground.
At this moment, a line of footprints extended from the foot of the mountain to the summit. Zhao Xuanjing was suspended in mid-air, hands behind his back, overlooking the mountains and fields, all he saw was barren and dead silence.
After a long time, he suddenly sighed, then descended back to the ground.
The ground quietly cracked open a passageway, and Zhao Xuanjing stepped into it, going down, further down...
As he gradually went deeper underground, the surrounding layers of soil and stone became increasingly dry and scorching, with the temperature quickly soaring.
