Guangyuan Prefecture lay east of the War God Society's Dangyang Prefecture.
Farther east of Dangyang Prefecture lay the seemingly endless Weeping Marsh.
This marsh stretched from north to south, spanning the eastern side of Shangyang Country. Thick fog shrouded it all year round, and within it came the faint, miserable cries of babies, women, and old women. Thus, it was called the Weeping Marsh.
Throughout the ages, countless experts from Shangyang Country had entered the Weeping Marsh one after another.
Some had wandered in circles before returning, but most had never come back.
Many were certain that on the other side of the Weeping Marsh lay an even vaster world inhabited by a group of immortals. However, there was no way to verify this claim, and it had spread only within a small circle.
On this day.
A gray-robed middle-aged man covered in mud walked out of the Weeping Marsh.
His hair hung loose, his eyes were sunken, yet his face was filled with delight. He looked as though he had wandered through the Weeping Marsh for a very long time!
"I'm finally out!"
"I heard that west of the Weeping Marsh is the Spirit-Severing Land, where there's a small country called Shangyang Country. I wonder how far I am from Shangyang Country now."
The gray-robed middle-aged man looked down and saw that he was covered in mud. He hurriedly formed hand seals, washed the mud away, and became completely clean.
Only then did he find the right direction and head west.
As it happened, there was a small path not far from the gray-robed middle-aged man. At a fork in the path, an old man and an old woman ran a simple tea stall. They served tea and coarse cakes, earning a little money.
"Bring me a pot of