The White Horse Mountain Range stretched for hundreds of billions of miles. Viewed from high above, it looked just like a white steed, hence its name.
Several tribes of Chaos Beasts lived in the White Horse Mountain Range, and few cultivators dared to come here.
On the outskirts of the White Horse Mountain Range was a small valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. Not a blade of grass grew within it, making the place look rather desolate.
In an Underground Cave, the stone wall shimmered with yellow light. Wang Yidao sat cross-legged on the ground, his body cloaked in dazzling golden light. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his left arm was missing.
Several fine bloodstains marred the left side of his face, making him look exceptionally ferocious.
After a while, Wang Yidao opened his eyes and let out a long breath of turbid air.
He took out an Immortal Transmission Mirror and formed a Hand Seal. Wang Qingshan's face appeared on the mirror's surface.
"One Blade, we've already arrived at the White Horse Mountain Range. Where are you?"
Wang Qingshan asked.
"I'm underground in a small valley at the southwestern corner of the mountain range."
Wang Yidao stated his location.
"Good, we'll head over at once."
With that, the mirror's surface dimmed.
Wang Yidao formed a Hand Seal, and the stone wall lit up with dazzling yellow light. Several hundred Yellow Formation Flags shot out from within the stone wall and landed in his hand.
Before long, a Yellow Pangolin drilled out of the stone wall and landed on the ground.
A several-yard-wide gap appeared in the pangolin's abdomen, and Wang Qingshan and the other three walked out.
"Are your injuries better?"
Wang Qingshan asked with concern.
"It's nothing serious."
Wang Yidao wore a relaxed expression.
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