Ye Haitang felt dizzy and unsteady on her feet, as though her head were splitting apart with pain.
A vast expanse of black yin qi surged from her body, shrouding her entirely.
After quite a while, Ye Haitang finally returned to normal, and the black yin qi around her dissipated.
She was standing atop a lush, verdant high peak. When she looked into the distance, her face filled with shock.
All around her stretched endless emerald mountain ranges for millions of miles, with no end in sight. The peaks here towered into the clouds, wreathed in mist—a scene straight out of an immortal paradise.
The mountain range was filled with crimson cliffs, strange rocks, sheer precipices, and peculiar peaks.
A flock of enormous white mystic cranes circled overhead, while gigantic demon beasts raced through the forest.
Ye Haitang took a deep breath, overjoyed.
The spiritual qi here was more than five times as dense as that of the outside world. Cultivating here would absolutely yield twice the result with half the effort.
Flying Immortal Ruins would only remain open for a little over a month. She did not have much time to waste.
Many deep-purple Spirit Flowers grew on the mountain. Their buds were extraordinarily huge, each the size of a water vat, while their stems were only as thick as a fist and covered in pale-golden hooked thorns.
With a flick of her hand, Ye Haitang produced a small banner gleaming with dark light. She gave it a gentle shake, and dazzling dark light surged across the banner's surface. A vast mass of black yin qi swept out, spreading down the mountain.
Several hundred Purple Poison Scorpions burst from the sea of flowers. Their bodies were entirely purple, with two pairs of thin purple wings on their backs and