More than half a day later.
The Flying Cloud Boat crossed the sky and arrived above a stretch of endless mountains.
This was Qingfeng Ridge.
It spanned a billion li, with danger lurking on every side.
Deep within the mountains, strange storms swept in all directions, giving off a terrifying Destructive Power, as if they could forcibly devour even the sun and moon.
At the same time.
Within the mountains, heaven-shaking Killing Intent could be faintly seen shooting straight into the clouds.
Those were the native living beings living in seclusion within the mountains, each one an Emperor-class expert.
There was even an Emperor who had reached the eighth tier.
They ruled over their own regions.
The Flying Cloud Boat stopped in midair.
Inside the cabin, Lu Chuan had already withdrawn from his state of cultivation. A brilliant gleam flashed in his eyes, and with a thought—
He had already appeared on the deck of the Flying Cloud Boat.
Immediately after, with a thought.
His Spiritual Power swept out like a tide, instantly covering all of Qingfeng Ridge.
A billion li of mountains, rivers, and great marshes.
Every speck of dust and soil, every blade of grass and tree.
In an instant, he knew them all like the back of his hand.
Even the lairs of those few Emperor-class living beings were no different from empty shells under Lu Chuan's Spiritual Power, unable to play the slightest role.
"Seven Emperor-class in total. The strongest among them is eighth tier, and the weakest has only just stepped into the first tier."
A sharp gleam flashed in Lu Chuan's eyes as he murmured to himself, "With strength like that, hehe..."
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a cold sneer immediately appeared.
There was not a single ninth-tier Emperor.
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