As Lin Ming and the others picked up speed, the mountain ranges swept past beneath their feet.
Some peaks pierced the heavens like swords, others crouched on the earth like giant beasts, and still others were riddled with densely packed caves, like honeycombs.
As they skimmed over the peaks, they could sense that the lingering fluctuations within each one were different. Some contained an intensely sharp aura, as though the entire mountain had been piled together from swords; others were suffused with heavy earth-element power, their surface rocks so hard that even spiritual perception struggled to penetrate them.
These peaks had clearly served as foundations for defensive arrays or cultivation grounds for the power that once occupied this place. Even after ten thousand years, with those arrays long since dispersed, the lingering echoes of power within the mountains still offered Lin Ming a glimpse of their former splendor.
Then they began to see floating stone islands appearing in the distant sky.
These stone islands were clearer and larger than those they had glimpsed from the outskirts, each resembling a small town suspended in midair.
Dense clusters of stalactite-like rocks hung beneath the stone islands. Their surfaces were coated in a grayish-white, moss-like substance that gleamed faintly beneath the cold, dim daylight.
They were clearly approaching the true heart of these ruins.
Whoosh!
The group shot forward at high speed, four streaks of light racing in single file above the mountains.
Lin Ming flew at the front, his dark light slicing through the grayish-white sky like a sword. Zi Yan, North King, and Xia Jia followed close behind, moving just as swiftly.
Gales roared past their ears, whipping their robes into snapping folds, while the peaks below swept backward one after another like the spines of giant beasts.
The deeper they