The Transverse Rift Valley—none knew its length, its width, or its depth. It lay shrouded in dense mist year-round; birds could scarcely cross it, and falling stones made no sound.
The rift valley stretched across the southernmost reaches of both Southern Li and the Western Wasteland, and indeed marked the southernmost edge of the entire continent.
Calling it a valley, no one knew where that name had come from. From a mortal's perspective, this was the edge of the world.
Qin Yi asked Liusu, "Stick, have you ever been there?"
"I don't know where that is. I've never heard of such a place. How long have I been in these mountains? After tens of thousands of years, seas turn to fields and fields to seas—how could things possibly still be the same as in my day? Wherever you've been, that's all the places I've been too."
"Mm..." Qin Yi had only been to three places: Immortal Trace Mountain, the nearby county town, and Lihuo City. As for that whatever-prefecture they had passed through on the way, he had merely gone through it and had already forgotten its name.
The two country bumpkins stared at each other. Qin Yi shoved open Ye Ling's door. Ye Ling was lying on her bed wrapped in a little quilt, cultivating. Seeing Qin Yi come in, she blinked at him.
It was nighttime. What were you doing here?
Qin Yi grinned, showing his teeth, and lifted her up. "Uncle's taking you to see goldfish."
Ye Ling looked at him as though he were an idiot. "Who hasn't seen goldfish? What's so interesting about them?"
"Fine." Qin Yi sighed. "We're going to the Transverse Rift—"
Ye Ling spun around to run, but Qin Yi caught her by the back of the collar. Her feet paddled frantically