He was alone, standing on the mountain peak.
Cold wind howled past his robes, carrying grains of sand and dry dust. Below him, ridges overlapped like the spines of ancient beasts.
The sun was setting in the northwest, dyeing the sky with dull crimson and dim gold. The earth beneath reflected the light weakly—pale, barren, exhausted.
After climbing over this mountain, one would officially step into Demon territory.
Ethan lowered his gaze and summoned the system map.
The golden mark pulsed faintly on the outskirts of the Demon territory.
Golden fishing spot.
The distance was closing.
Very close.
"I don't know what reward this golden fishing spot will give me," Ethan thought calmly.
But anticipation still stirred faintly in his chest.
.....
Blackspire Mountains.
Black Demon Sect.
Black Demon Hall.
