At dawn, a brilliant radiance emerged from the distant horizon, revealing vast expanses of pale fish-belly white. The entire earth was roused from its slumber.
Pale golden mist shrouded the blue-green mountains, and spiritual energy swirled through the air, making the scene seem like a celestial paradise.
Su Fan had ridden Ghost Crow for more than ten days without sleep or rest, and had finally reached the airspace near Broken Blade Canyon.
This time, he had not used Yellow Springs Tower's resources. Instead, he had come alone, following the map.
What Evil Buddha Wang De had said made perfect sense. Yellow Springs Tower's intelligence network had invested tremendous effort in Broken Blade Canyon. After all these years, how could it possibly have failed to find any trace of Wei Fu?
There was likely some unknown skulduggery involved.
Su Fan found a flat place to land, then walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down upon the breathtaking canyon.
The entire canyon resembled a rift that had been forcibly torn open, with stretches of towering, continuous mountains on either side.
Looking out, he saw peak after rugged peak and endless seas of lush forest stretching beyond the limits of sight.
The cliffs on both sides of the canyon were precipitous. Their smooth faces looked as though they had been carved out by blades, extending all the way to the unfathomable valley floor below, where dense mist roiled without end.
Weeds grew thickly across the cliff faces. Moss-covered rocks, broad-leaved shrubs, and climbing vines emerged from cracks in the smooth stone, spreading wantonly in every direction.
Su Fan raised his eyes. Through the hazy clouds and mist, he could vaguely see the opposite side of the canyon dozens of miles away.
He removed a jade talisman from his waist, infused