A day later, in the southern part of the Holy Spirit Mountain Continent, in a gray fog-covered mountainous region.
Two fiery Wu Huo steeds trotted upon flames, gracefully leaping among the jagged rocks as if on flat ground.
A mysterious pair, dressed in green straw hats, rode unbridled, observing the eerie surroundings.
"What a sight~" Lu Ran grinned.
The two had started from the Glazed Realm, heading westward.
The base camp of the Jade-faced Snake Clan was as beautiful as an immortal realm, with spotless flowers, trees, and crystal-clear lakes and rivers.
Yet, merely 200 kilometers west, Lu Ran felt as though he had entered the Underworld...
"Neigh~~"
The horse suddenly reared up and neighed, stopping before a high cliff.
Deng Yuxiang grasped the brim of her bamboo hat with two fingers, gazing out at the peaks submerged in the gray sea of fog, letting out a soft sigh:
"What a Soul-locking Mountain!"
