Fulong Mountain, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, was one of the foremost famous mountains in the Haotian Realm.
This vast mountain range was filled with perilous peaks, countless secluded valleys, deep gorges, and great rivers. It was home to Demonic Beasts and Demon Race members as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, with countless Cave Mansions left behind by predecessors hidden among them.
Over the past thousand years, human cultivators had built dozens of immortal cities, large and small, around this majestic mountain range, obtaining cultivation resources through hunting, gathering, and excavation.
They had also fought countless battles against the Demon Race.
By now, the humans and demons of the Fulong Mountain Range had formed a certain tacit understanding, and no large-scale war had erupted between the two races for nearly a century.
But that did not mean entering Fulong Mountain was safe.
As the saying went, life and death were fated, wealth and honor lay with Heaven. If one wanted to obtain riches, one had to be prepared to die without even a burial place.
If not for gathering enough materials to forge the Seven Severing Sword, Wang Chen would not have wanted to venture deep into this great mountain.
How nice it would have been to cultivate comfortably at home!
Yet the Seven Severing Sword Formation was simply too powerful. This sword art allowed him to kill enemies above his level, giving Wang Chen a trump card for self-preservation in the Haotian Realm, where Golden Core cultivators were as common as dogs and Nascent Souls roamed everywhere.
So he still had to take the risks he should take!
Putting away the Fulong Mountain Survey Map in his hand, Wang Chen looked through the gaps between the leaves toward the distant gorge.
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