Three hundred miles northwest of Xiangge Villa's main gate.
It was a mountain range that had only recently been abandoned.
Originally, within a thousand miles of Jiuyi Mountain, everywhere was prosperous and densely populated. Because it was close to the sect, the region had always been peaceful.
But during the Righteous and Demonic War, these places had been the areas most ravaged by the demonic sects.
Though the righteous path had done everything it could to relocate the common people, time was short, and countless lives had still been slaughtered, leaving the land in a tragic state. There were also layers upon layers of Killing Arrays, plagues, and curses laid down by the demonic sects...
Thus, after the war ended, the surviving commoners were sent to several prefectures beyond Demon Suppressing Pass. The area near Jiuyi Mountain's sect grounds, on the other hand, was left entirely deserted. Aside from the mountains, plants, and trees, only unintelligent birds and beasts gradually gathered there.
At present, in an empty valley among the mountains, lush vegetation flourished and insects chirped like a rising tide.
Deep in the valley, within a temporarily arranged formation, runes flickered, sealing off all traces of sound and presence. Beneath an ancient cypress stood a delicate, pale young woman in a plain dress. Spiritual fire suddenly flared in her hand, darting out like a flash of lightning and igniting a shadow that had been silently creeping toward her.
"Roar..."
The shadow was like a torch soaked in oil. In an instant, flames roared over its entire body.
The firelight illuminated the female cultivator's face. Her brows and eyes were slender, her figure light and graceful, and pale floral ornaments adorned her twin buns, as if she were still in mourning. Her expression was indifferent. No matter how the shadow