In the western part of Wei Kingdom, in a barren mountain range of Eastern Desolation, endless mountains stretched into the distance. Vegetation was scarce, and most of the land was scorched earth. Legend had it that a heaven-shaking battle had taken place here in ancient times, turning the region into a wasteland.
Mountain after mountain pierced the clouds, yet not a trace of green could be seen. They were bare and desolate. Scattered rocks, scorched earth, broken peaks... all told of the bleakness and eerie silence of this ancient battlefield.
On the withered, lifeless mountains in every direction, many powerful figures stood watch. The experts of the Ji Family, an imperial clan of Eastern Desolation, had sealed off the area, preparing to ambush Yan Ruyu and the others as they fled Wei Kingdom.
On a broken mountain, a man in purple stood with his robes fluttering in the wind, as though a heavenly god had descended to the mortal world. He appeared to be only about twenty years old. His eyes shone like stars, and he stood with his hands behind his back, alone before the others.
He seemed to merge with the mountains and blend into heaven and earth, giving off the feeling of following the Dao and uniting with heaven and man. His depths were impossible to fathom.
He was Ji Haoyue, the Divine Body of this generation of the Ji Family and one of the most outstanding young experts of his age. With the bright moon hanging in the sky, the Ji Family placed great hopes in him.
"You came all the way from Northern Region to Wei Kingdom just to watch this battle. Although the two people below are fairly impressive, they shouldn't be worthy of your attention, should they?"
High above the barren battlefield, between