Echo Valley was a long, narrow valley shaped like a gourd. Its entrance was cramped, while its interior was relatively spacious.
Jagged rocks filled the valley. There was no vegetation whatsoever, only bare grayish-white stone.
The valley was eerily silent, as though even the sound of the wind had been swallowed.
Only his own footsteps produced faint echoes in the empty valley, making them seem especially abrupt.
The entire valley was abnormally clean. Apart from weathered rocks and gravel, there was no trace of human activity.
Though the environment was harsh, Gu Hui found a strange stone meditation cushion within it. It exuded Dao resonance, and cultivating in meditation upon it made it easier to enter the Dao.
This delighted Gu Hui immensely. He had never encountered such a treasure before, and it further strengthened his resolve to keep exploring all manner of dangerous places.
They were dangerous places to him, but to the vast majority, they were death traps. The odds of treasures being left behind there were much greater.
He was not worried about Qingyun Mountain. Before coming to the Wilderness, he had even sent word back to Qingyun, asking the heads of the six branches to discuss how to handle matters together.
The long years passed, and more than a decade vanished in the blink of an eye. He had set foot in the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Southern Lands, the endless deserts of the Northwestern Region, the boundless swamps of the Western Lands, the limitless sea of the East with its countless isolated islands, and the northern ice plains.
He had witnessed nature's wonders and creations with his own eyes, personally comprehending nature's uncanny craftsmanship.
Naturally, he had also obtained quite a few rare treasures.
Tempered by nature, if the Taiqing Realm were divided into