Green Maple Valley, forbidden grounds in the rear mountain.
Lush ancient trees blotted out the sky and sun, while the dense spiritual energy condensed into thick white mist.
The path stretched deep and secluded.
Li Xinge, dressed in moon-white casual robes, walked at the front with his hands behind his back.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow.
Grand Elder Li Xuantong and Li Hao followed quietly to his left and right, half a step behind.
The three passed through layer upon layer of concealed formation restrictions and arrived deep within a tranquil valley.
Within the valley.
A formation platform built entirely from top-grade Soul Nurturing Jade emitted a soft, gentle glow.
Its formation patterns were intricate, drawing in the purest yin-attributed spiritual energy between heaven and earth and continuously funneling it into the center of the platform.
Atop the formation platform.
A figure sat cross-legged.
It was Li Qingcang.
Two years ago, when Li Hao had first brought him back to the Li Family.
Li Qingcang's facial features could not even be seen clearly.
There had only been a blurry humanoid outline.
Now, under the nourishment of the Soul-Nourishing Formation.
This remnant soul had become far more solid.
The contours of his features were clearly visible.
He looked like a middle-aged man, dressed in ancient-style robes with broad sleeves.
His swordlike brows slanted toward his temples, his nose was high and straight, and his face was stern and resolute.
Even as nothing more than a wisp of remnant soul, his brows still bore the tragic Killing Intent forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood seven thousand years ago.
Sensing someone approaching, Li Qingcang slowly opened his eyes.
He looked beyond the formation.
"Senior!"
Li Hao strode forward and called out familiarly.
Upon seeing Li Hao, Li Qingcang