As the small boat leaped high into the air, they crossed the cliff between Yelang Kingdom and the Western Heaven Immortal Kingdom. The boat descended with the waterfall, and the view before them suddenly opened up.
The boat glided across water so clear one could see the bottom. Green mountains on both banks reflected upon the surface, picturesque as a poem. Ding Xin pointed at a lofty mountain shaped like a Giant Sword. "That is Trial Sword Valley."
Trial Sword Valley!
Lin Su turned his gaze toward that mountain. The mountain was like a broken sword, and so were the rocks. As the boat neared that region, a faint Killing Intent drifted over. In the wind, there seemed to be intermittent cries of slaughter.
This was the historical memory of these mountains and rivers.
Because this had once been a bloody battlefield.
It was said that when Yelang Kingdom had first been founded, it swallowed the Ancient Western Mu Kingdom. A little swollen with pride and a little lightheaded, it set its sights on invading the Western Heaven Immortal Kingdom and carving out a vast domain.
Five hundred thousand Yelang troops had emerged from here, murderous and imposing.
The Western Heaven Immortal Kingdom's court had not even reacted. More importantly, they had never imagined Yelang Kingdom would have the gall to be so brazen.
Thus, Yelang Kingdom advanced a hundred li in a single day, its progress smooth to an astonishing degree.
But on the mountain ahead, a swordsman had been in secluded cultivation. As the army marched past, he did not open his eyes. When the army destroyed the village beneath the mountain, he still did not open his eyes. Yet a group of blind soldiers, adhering to the fundamental guiding principle that occupation meant clearing every mountain, charged