Three days later, Qin He set out once more for the Far West Land.
After the transaction with the Masked Heavenly God, he had been given an exact time and an approximate location.
The time: the day of the Seven Stars Alignment.
The location: Beiyin Ridge, in the Far West Land.
Beiyin Ridge was a vast mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles. It lay hundreds of thousands of miles west of the Sha River, almost at the edge of the Abyss.
This range was purely yin, without a trace of yang. No grass grew on its mountains, no peaks pierced the heavens, no travelers crossed its ridges, no clouds gathered in its caves, and no water flowed through its ravines.
Its terrain was pitted and uneven, its contours all the more rugged. Brambles concealed Demonic Creatures and Ghosts, jagged cliffs hid evil fiends, yin winds whistled, and black mist stretched without end.
From high above, Yin Energy coiled around it. Not a blade of grass grew there, and endless sinister yin and Evil Miasma Qi shrouded the land. The mountains lay silent, while the wind howled like the wailing of ghosts.
At a glance, such terrain was clearly inauspicious.
"Master, one of our teams entered this place before. They killed several supernatural lackeys, but also lost some men."
"Later, because this place had always been where Demons and Monsters haunted, and because it was vast and uninhabited, they swept through the outskirts once before leaving," Ma Fei said.
Qin He had left in a hurry this time, so he had brought only Lamborghini, Ma Fei, and Little Sable.
Now, only these two beasts could keep up with Qin He's pace.
"This place is exceedingly yin. The depths of these mountains seem to lead to the netherworld, forming