Across the vast and desolate ancient land, all sounds had fallen silent, and the horizon stretched beyond sight.
The ruins of an ancient sect, steeped in the aura of endless years, lay quietly across the wilderness. Between the broken walls and crumbling remains, desolation and loneliness permeated the air.
The sky above suddenly rippled and twisted slightly. Folds appeared layer upon layer in the void, and in the next instant, a pitch-black Space Rift abruptly tore open.
Xiao Ling and the other three stepped slowly out of the rift, landing steadily within the ancient ruins.
Ying Huanhuan raised her eyes and gazed across the vast ruins. Her eyes glimmered with astonishment.
"This territory is vast, and its scale is probably no smaller than that of a minor kingdom. Who would have thought that such an ancient and supreme ruin was hidden within the borders of the Great Yan Dynasty? The foundation of this sect in its prime was probably even greater than that of our Dao Sect."
After her amazement, she did not forget the true purpose of their journey. Furrowing her brows slightly, she asked softly, "But these ruins are simply too vast. In this boundless land, how are we supposed to search for the whereabouts of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol?"
"There's no need to worry."
Xiao Ling spoke calmly. His gaze pierced through the layers of broken mountains and ancient forests, locking directly onto a towering solitary peak in the distance.
The mountain was over a thousand ren high, with steep cliffs and jagged rocks. Its majestic slopes exuded an imposing force. Pure Origin Energy, dense to a frightening degree, gathered throughout the mountain. It was thick enough to nearly condense into mist, faintly carrying a strange and unfathomable aura of devouring.
His gaze was solemn, and his