Qingyao Mountain.
The towering peaks rose and fell, stretching into the distance. Near to far, they resembled brushstrokes on a painting, fading from dark to light until they wound into the vastness of the horizon, as if entering another world—unknowable, untouchable, and unreachable.
Green mist curled among the mountain forests.
At this moment, every sound stirred: birds perched and flitted among the branches, beasts roamed beneath the trees, insects rustled, and streams murmured.
At the foot of the mountain, where not a trace of human life could be found, a sudden chill arose!
The resentment, hatred, and curses of countless living beings gathered from across this world, surging like a tide and crashing like waves. They churned and swirled, gradually forming a massive vortex.
In the blink of an eye, a huge portal appeared within the vortex.
The portal was imposing and magnificent, its foundations built from countless skulls. Its ornate archway shimmered with immortal radiance, while vines densely coiled around both pillars, their surfaces covered in grotesque, blood-red knots.
Creak!
The portal gave a sound like a door opening, though it hung in midair. A figure in Black Robe Carrying a Saber stepped out.
It was Pei Ling!
The instant he stepped into Qingyao Mountain, Pei Ling swiftly concealed every trace of his aura.
Qingyao Mountain was the Demon Race's territory.
Though this place lay only on the outskirts of Qingyao Mountain, he couldn't afford to draw attention and risk alerting any high-ranking demons.
With that thought, Pei Ling turned and looked toward Baicao Town.
He raised his hand and gave a gentle grasp toward Baicao Town.
In the next moment, Baicao Town, several mountain ranges away, along with the surrounding land, tore free of the earth and rose into the sky. Like a gigantic demon bird, it had