Luoxia Valley, just as its name suggested, was a valley.
Mountains surrounded it on all sides, lush and green.
Below lay a basin choked with weeds, no different from any other part of the Qinling Mountains.
Perhaps because it was nothing special, there weren't many Mutant Beasts here, either. Most were only at the first or second tier of the Initial Realm.
They roamed the valley, foraging and hunting.
Screee!
But soon,
a voice full of majesty rang out from above.
In an instant, countless birds took flight, and the Mutant Beasts scattered in every direction.
These Mutant Beasts might not have much intelligence and were little different from ordinary animals.
But that voice carried an immense pressure.
It came from deep within their bloodlines.
Faced with it, all they could think of was escape. They didn't dare provoke it.
At that moment, high in the sky, the Golden Winged Great Peng beat its wings and slowly descended.
Lu Yuan sat cross-legged on its back, smiling.
To him,
the Golden Winged Great Peng might not amount to much, but in the eyes of certain Mutant Beasts, it was another matter entirely. It was a king, with an extraordinarily powerful bloodline—the pressure of a true superior bearing down on those beneath him.
He knew that, in terms of bloodline, there was probably no creature in the entire Qinling Mountains stronger than it.
Lu Yuan shook his head and stopped musing. He spoke at once.
"All right, here's fine."
"Go patrol the area. Don't disturb me unless it's absolutely necessary."
With that, Lu Yuan leaped from hundreds of meters in the air and landed in the valley just seconds later.
The momentum was so immense that he struck the ground like a meteor, leaving a huge crater. More than a hundred trees