Holy Soul Village was roughly southwest of Nuoding City.
It was only about half a day's journey from Nuoding City.
After Ye Qifeng and Gui Mei flew over Nuoding City, they headed straight toward Holy Soul Village.
In less than two hours, the two arrived near Holy Soul Village.
According to Blind Douluo Su Yuntao, there was a range of rolling mountains behind Holy Soul Village.
That mountain range was sparsely populated, with peaks towering into the clouds.
Deep within the mountains, there was a majestic waterfall.
Because it lay deep in the mountain range, almost no one had seen that waterfall. Only local herbalists who often entered the mountains to gather herbs knew a little about it.
Su Yuntao had also heard of it by chance from an elderly herbalist near Holy Soul Village.
Following the map's directions,
Gui Mei carried Ye Qifeng and continued flying deeper into the mountains.
As the terrain rose higher,
Gui Mei's flying altitude also steadily increased.
Affected by the mountain terrain and air currents, Gui Mei did not fly very quickly.
It took them a full half hour to cross one mountain peak after another before they finally followed a stream and found the waterfall.
"Found it!"
Gazing at the waterfall, which dropped from over a hundred meters high and crashed into the deep pool below with deafening roars, Ye Qifeng was overjoyed.
He directed Gui Mei to fly to the foot of the waterfall and land atop a massive boulder beside the pool.
Looking up, they saw a waterfall about twenty meters wide, like a silver-white ribbon hanging down from the clouds and clinging to the stone wall of the valley.
The rushing water poured down violently, smashing into the pool and spraying countless droplets into the air. Waves of mist rode