It was evening, and the setting sun was slowly sinking over the western horizon.
The red clouds across the sky looked like a vast rosy cloak. Some clouds had also been steeped in the sunset's glow, taking on the blood-red hue of fresh blood.
Deep in the dense forest covering the distant mountains, a stronghold built against the slopes could just barely be seen. That should be "Qianshan Stronghold."
Su Fan did not ride the Ghost Crow. Instead, he used an escape technique to arrive outside "Qianshan Stronghold."
A wooden wall more than ten zhang high stretched across the mountainside, completely encircling the mountain. Many cultivators stood in a long line before the stronghold gates, waiting to enter "Qianshan Stronghold."
Su Fan joined the flow of people and slowly moved toward the gates.
At last, it was his turn. A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator raised his head and glanced at him.
"Your first time here...?"
When Su Fan nodded, the cultivator tossed him a jade token.
"Drop a drop of blood on it and pay ten High-grade Spirit Stones..."
Su Fan frowned, then raised his hand and dripped a drop of blood onto it. However, he had used an illusion technique; the blood actually belonged to someone else.
After paying ten High-grade Spirit Stones, Su Fan entered "Qianshan Stronghold."
The moment he stepped through the gates, the dense spiritual energy rushing toward him made him shudder.
The spiritual vein resources of a Middle World truly lived up to their reputation. The concentration of spiritual energy here was no worse than that inside the mountain gates of the super sects in Jiao Xiu Realm.
And this was merely an inconspicuous stronghold. If it were inside that immortal city, or within the mountain gates of a super sect, one could imagine how