A few days later.
The endless mountain range lay beneath her feet.
Spirit Mountain.
Now that she had come again, the mountains were desolate, missing much of their former demonic air.
Jiang Yuechu stood still amid the clouds and carefully searched the area.
From the mountaintops to the valley floors, from dense forests to deep ravines.
Every blade of grass and tree, every stone and stream, entered her sight.
Apart from a few minor demons hiding their heads and cowering in fear, there was no trace of any Demon Emperor.
It seemed that battle back then had truly frightened those bastards out of their wits.
"They really are cowardly enough..."
She had originally wanted to give any Demon Emperors daring to return a surprise...
Shaking her head helplessly, Jiang Yuechu withdrew her gaze and looked below.
With a flicker of her figure, she landed atop one of Spirit Mountain's peaks.
Only after casually killing several demons entrenched there did she begin to consider her next move.
That old woman had merely said Cave of No Light lay beneath Spirit Mountain, without specifying its exact location.
Where was she supposed to look?
Was she meant to burrow straight underground?
As she brooded resentfully over this, Jiang Yuechu suddenly noticed a pit that had appeared in the distance at some unknown time.
The pit was neither large nor small, roughly several people wide.
Ordinarily, pits of every size were perfectly normal in a place like Spirit Mountain, and Jiang Yuechu had not paid it any attention at first.
But...
A faint, barely perceptible burning sensation rode the mountain breeze against her face.
Jiang Yuechu halted.
This aura... the Pure Yang True Fire that had burned the heavens and boiled the seas above Wanchuan Valley had carried precisely this scent.
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