Chu Zhiyuan always thought Qinglian Sea was an ocean.
Perhaps there was a lotus beside this ocean.
Only upon arrival did he realize that the Qinglian Sea was actually a chain of mountains.
This mountain range, resembling a giant dragon, has a roaring great river running through it, with green lotuses floating in the river, hence the name Qinglian Sea.
They arrived at the eastern end of the mountain range and planned to enter, heading west to find the elite warriors of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Before stepping into the mountains, they came upon a battlefield.
At the riverbank at the foot of the mountain, on the muddy plain in front of a dense forest, the ground had been furrowed deeply.
Debris was scattered everywhere.
Trees were shattered, as if swept by a storm, creating a scene of devastation.
There were patches of dark purplish-red, still exuding a bloody scent.
Seeing this, Chu Zhiyuan could imagine the ferocity of the battle, with experts on both sides.
