Three days later.
An ordinary-looking, dark-skinned man walked out of Soaring Sky Pass amid the crowded flow of people.
His footsteps paused for a moment beside the boundary stele carved with the words "Soaring Sky."
"Though Ye Lingtian is dead, he at least left behind a few traces in this world."
After murmuring to himself, the man headed toward the nearest Spirit Severing Domain.
The Spirit Severing Domain of today was desperately lacking in spiritual energy and had long ceased to be suitable for cultivators to inhabit.
Therefore, several major powers nearby had relocated large numbers of mortals here to multiply and thrive.
Every few decades or centuries, these powers would regularly hold an Immortal Ascension Assembly here, recruiting young people born with Spirit Roots.
At least this former treasure land would not go to waste.
The man's figure descended into a gorge.
The gorge was deep and winding, stretching for hundreds of miles.
Miasma filled its depths, while the roars of wild beasts never ceased, making it seem like a forbidden land for all living things.
This place was now called "Fallen Immortal Valley." Rumor had it that several decades ago, a powerful immortal had fallen here.
Before dying, he had cleaved apart mountains and earth with a single slash, creating this breathtakingly crafted grand canyon.
Yet Luo Chen knew that the person in question had been the former master of the Spirit Severing Domain, the sect master of the Tyrant Blade Sect.
He stood in Fallen Immortal Valley for a while, his eyes half-smiling as he glanced behind him. Then his figure blurred, and he vanished in the blink of an eye.
A moment later, three figures shrouded in black robes appeared where he had disappeared.
They looked at one another, unable to believe it.
"The fat sheep