Within the dense gray mist, a white figure, equally lonely and solitary, slowly walked out of Zhaoyao Mountain along the soul-stirring, scorched-black earth.
This figure walking through the gray-black world was a young woman dressed in white.
Though her face was veiled by a layer of green gauze, even the sight of her back or profile alone gave one a sense of breathtaking beauty.
Her figure could only be described as perfect, and in this gray-black world, her hands were like the most beautiful scenery.
This white-clad young woman, enough to make the world's most enchanting flowers lose their color, did not walk quickly. Nor did she use any spellcraft; not even the slightest ripple of magical power emanated from her body. For although she understood the mysteries of Zhaoyao Mountain's protective formation, the Myriad Extinction Immortal-Slaying Formation, she also knew that if she revealed even the faintest fluctuation of magical power in this region, those within Zhaoyao Mountain would immediately detect her.
Walking across this deathly, scorched-black land, the white-clad young woman showed not the slightest disgust between her brows. Instead, her expression was filled with reverence.
For she knew very well how this continuous stretch of mountains, including the valley filled with black water that the Northern Bright King had been gazing at, had come to be.
Forty years ago, every summer, the slopes here had bloomed with tiny, unnamed red flowers. More than five hundred Zhaoyao Mountain masters were buried beneath these now scorched-black slopes. And in the valley where Zhaoyao Mountain had fought its final battle against the invading Orthodox Xuanmen, Zhaoyao Mountain's last group of masters had paid the price of their bodies and souls being utterly destroyed to unleash the Heavenly Mercury Grand Art, driving back the invaders.
Every inch of this land was