Black Flame State lay in the southeastern region of the Holy Continent. It was an exceptionally vast state, nearly half the size of an ordinary continent.
From this alone, one could glimpse just how boundless and expansive the Holy Continent itself was. Of Cangxuan Heaven's fortune, the Holy Continent monopolized sixty percent. Such a profound foundation was indeed far beyond the reach of other continents.
For this reason, by the time Mo Lin's group took Li Qingchan's Willow Leaf Flying Boat from the Cang Xuan Sect to the border of Black Flame State, nearly ten days had passed.
Over those ten days, everyone either cultivated quietly aboard the boat or admired the scenery along the way, so the journey had not been overly dull.
Zi Yan and Little Lingxi, the two lively little girls, had initially found the sea of clouds fascinating, but after several days, they gradually became unable to bear the loneliness.
High in the boundless sky, a streak of light flashed past at great speed. Within it was a sleek flying boat covered in profound source patterns—Li Qingchan's personal vessel.
"Everyone, the Black Flame Mountain Range is ahead," Li Qingchan's cool voice called from outside the cabin.
Hearing this, Mo Lin stepped out of the cabin with the others. At the end of the horizon, the outline of an endless stretch of black mountains gradually came into view.
The air between heaven and earth had already begun to fill with scorching heat. Invisible flames seemed to dance through the atmosphere, and from afar, the mountain range resembled the legendary Flame Mountain that never went out.
"We're finally here!" Zi Yan cheered, rubbing her slightly numb calves.
Little Lingxi also leaned against the rail, her big eyes curiously fixed on the dark mountain range in the distance. In