Soulbreak Mountains.
This place stretched for tens of millions of miles, shrouded year-round in gray-white Spirit-Devouring demonic mist, with no sight of sun or sky.
The fog was thick as slurry, permeated by bone-chilling cold and a faint, rusty stench of decay.
Ordinary human cultivators who stepped inside would have their Spiritual Power collapse and their minds grow muddled within less than half an hour.
Demon Cultivators were suppressed so severely that they could barely even maintain their true forms.
For that very reason, the Soulbreak Mountains had become a paradise for nonhuman races.
Gray-white demonic mist surged through the mountains like a tide, revealing one crude, savage structure after another amid the steep cliffs.
Stone halls and towers were piled from massive black-gray boulders, their edges inlaid with the bones of unknown beasts that glimmered with a ghostly cold light in the mist.
The grandest palace of them all stood upon a natural platform halfway up the main peak. Before its gates stood two dragon-shaped stone statues, their eyes wide with fury, as though guarding some ancient, weighty secret.
At this moment, the atmosphere within the hall was so heavy it seemed ready to drip with water.
At the very front of the main hall.
A middle-aged man sat upright.
He wore a dark-gold robe cinched with a black jade belt. His face was square and resolute, his eyes bright and keen, and his brows carried the natural majesty of one long accustomed to command.
Yet at this moment, a faint trace of worry lay hidden deep in his eyes.
His name was Luo Yuan, the current City Lord of the Spirit Vein Dragon Descendant Clan.
In the center of the hall, a young man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, showing not the slightest regard for