Ever since the Demon Race retreated at the end of the previous era, Cultivators had never abandoned their exploration of the Savage Lands. Yet strangely, the demons seemed to have appeared out of thin air and vanished into thin air; even the Cultivators could find no trace of them within the Savage Lands. The moment one entered the territory of the Savage Lands, the sky seemed to dim, as though draped in a thin veil of black gauze. Though the sun's light could still be seen between heaven and earth, the midday sunlight here was as dim and eerie as dusk, as if one had entered the hour when demons roamed—the moment at the border between humans and other beings. Huangfu Feng could not help but praise it. Bai Qiuran asked. Huangfu Feng answered with a grave expression, "It is growing!" Bai Qiuran and Huangfu Feng traveled day and night. Bai Qiuran was fast, but Huangfu Feng's cultivation was also nearly without equal in the world, and he could just barely keep up. After several days, the two crossed several great provinces from Guzhou, passed through the Western Lands desert, and entered this peril-ridden land. Bai Qiuran looked down and saw the river's surging waters. Countless aquatic behemoths devoured one another within it, while from time to time, colossal beasts leaped from the surface, attempting to attack Bai Qiuran and Huangfu Feng in midair. Yet this ability to ride a saber through the air still made Bai Qiuran green with envy. "What is it?" That land to the west was the Savage Lands, a place whose very mention made the human race pale. It was vast, fraught with danger and riddled with mysteries. More importantly, it was the place from which the Demon Race—the human race's mortal enemies, who had
Qi Refining for Three Thousand Years
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