Soul Hall!

"Daddy."

Ning Luo looked at Little Xue Yan, who was running happily toward him through the air, and a warm smile bloomed on his face. He hurried forward and caught the little figure as she leaped into his arms, a faint warmth spreading through his heart.

"Daddy, where's Mommy?" Little Xue Yan's large black eyes searched behind Ning Luo, looking left and right for Cai Lin's figure.

"Hehe, Mommy is still cultivating. Once she's finished, she'll come back to see Little Xue Yan," Ning Luo said with a smile.

Over the next few days, Ning Luo remained at Starfall Pavilion. With nothing much to do, he taught Xue Yan some of his Dou Techniques. The astonishing talent she displayed left him genuinely amazed for the first time.

Only someone like this could truly be called a genius. Back in Wutan City, the so-called genius he had been seemed rather insignificant compared with Xue Yan.

In five days, Ning Luo had thoroughly experienced what it felt like to be a father. Sometimes, that feeling made him suddenly realize that he truly seemed to be gradually maturing. He was no longer the impulsive, immature youth he had once been, but a genuine towering figure. The Corpse Burial Mountains lay at the junction of the southwestern regions of the Central Plains. Due to the terrain, the yin energy here was exceptionally heavy, mixed with a dense corpse aura. This was because nearly every household within thousands of miles buried their dead here. Thus, the Corpse Burial Mountains were an eerie mountain range formed from graves. Under normal circumstances, there was scarcely a soul to be found here. No one was willing to remain in such a ghostly place.

Whoosh!

The silent sky above the Corpse Burial Mountains was suddenly pierced by several rushing