After questioning them for more information, Jiang Ping'an had a general direction in mind. He emerged from his hiding place and flew southeast.
Several days later, Jiang Ping'an arrived above a colossal canyon.
The canyon stretched for ten thousand li, with peaks on either side rising hundreds of thousands of zhang high. It was several hundred li wide, and countless rosy lights and auspicious vapors rose from within. Seen from above, it wound and twisted like a colorful dragon.
According to the information revealed by those captive Gods and Devils, this enormous canyon was called Colorful Dragon Valley. Gods and Devils rarely set foot in this region.
This canyon was immense to Jiang Ping'an and Old Black, but to Ten Thousand Feet Gods and Devils, it was truly nothing more than an inconspicuous little ravine.
Jiang Ping'an intended to settle here temporarily, so he released Old Black from the Twelve-Colored Heart Wheel.
"Such tall, enormous mountains!" Old Black looked up at the peaks hundreds of thousands of zhang high, his face full of shock, his neck nearly craning apart.
Jiang Ping'an smiled. "This is Colorful Dragon Valley."
"A little valley?" Old Black felt as though he had gone mad.
The next moment, he took a deep breath of Primal Qi. Instantly refreshed, he cried excitedly, "Jiang, you brat, you actually dared to deceive me. Who said there was no Immortal Qi? Then what am I breathing in now? One breath of Immortal Qi here is worth a hundred, a thousand breaths of Yuan Qi in the Great Barrens."
"You can call it Immortal Qi if you like. Its energy level truly is much higher than the Yuan Qi of the Great Barrens," Jiang Ping'an said with a smile. "Let's go down. The Primal Qi inside the canyon is even denser."