Snake Feast

Three days later, Mogu Peak.

According to Lu Yuan and his master's accounts, this place was one of the few supreme scenic wonders in the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm.

Lu Ran clearly remembered Qin Yanzhi's exact words: "The sea of flowers and sunrise at Thousand Flowers Ridge; the windblown sands and sunset at Mogu Peak."

Now that Lu Ran stood upon the peak himself, he understood that the Divine General Qin had not exaggerated!

Yet compared to the scenery, the mood here was even more profound.

Mogu Peak stood deep within the great desert. For hundreds of kilometers around, there was not a soul in sight; as far as the eye could see, all was barren wilderness.

Even the endlessly sprawling terrain of Wanren Mountain did not extend this far.

Between heaven and earth, only this one towering mountain stood here in lonely solitude.

Desolate. Lonely.

Over the past few days, Lu Ran had endured the buzzing in his mind while accompanying Jiang Ruyi in admiring the windblown sands and setting sun.

Whenever the blood-red setting sun sank into the long river, Lu Ran would always have an illusion:

The setting sun

had fallen into the end of the world.

If the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm truly had an end, if one wished to find an end for a life of sorrow and suffering,

Mogu Peak truly was not a bad choice.

"Your complexion looks better." A warm, gentle voice came from beside him. "Has the West Wasteland God Statue stopped trembling?"

"Mm." Lu Ran gazed westward, watching yet another sunset, and murmured, "Tian Realm."

Jiang Ruyi pressed her lips together, wanting to speak but holding herself back.

She had also noticed that Lu Ran's mood had been somewhat off these past few days.

She had initially assumed the stone