Storm Mountain Range!

Chosen Secret Realm.

"Let's go."

At Li Qingshan's words, the four of them turned into four streaks of light and sped toward the outskirts of the mountain range.

Murong Xuanwu flew at the very back, glancing behind him from time to time. His plump face still bore a complicated mix of excitement and lingering fear from the battle just now.

He chattered on, "Brother Li, that slash of yours was absolutely incredible. You chopped off one of the Heaven-Hunting Pavilion gold-medal assassins' arms in a single stroke. No one in all of Supreme Emperor Heaven would believe it if they heard."

Zhao Chengqian flew ahead, nine golden halos slowly revolving around him.

He said nothing.

Yet the corner of his eye remained fixed on Li Qingshan's back.

The figure in azure Daoist robes flew with utter steadiness, his breathing rhythm not the least bit disturbed. That earth-shaking battle had left no trace of agitation or exhilaration upon him.

Zhao Chengqian withdrew his gaze. A sliver of the pride he had always considered unshakable loosened in his heart.

It had not collapsed. Rather, he had finally seen that beyond one mountain lay another.

Tantai Yue flew alongside Li Qingshan.

The Lunar Law condensed a faint moonlight around her, its cool halo making her seem all the more graceful and pristine.

Her lips moved, as though she wanted to say something. In the end, she merely said softly, "Your injury..."

"It's nothing."

Li Qingshan replied.

The four flew beyond the Sword-Shaped Mountain Range and landed in a secluded valley.

A clear stream ran through the valley, flanked on both sides by steep cliff faces covered in immortal vines that had grown there for who knew how many tens of thousands of years.

The vines were as thick as horned dragons, their leaves