PS: Thanks to alliance leader 0oRainLittleMo0 for the 10,000 Qidian coin reward.
Within the dense forests of Western Hunan, Su Xin did not choose to travel through the air. Instead, he led his men forward step by step through the forest.
The forest here was far too lush, and the trees were extraordinarily tall. If Su Xin had traveled through the air, all he would have seen was the jungle below; he would have been unable to detect any activity within it.
Even Su Xin's powerful senses were useless, for Western Hunan was humid and sweltering, forming a layer of faintly poisonous miasma in the air. It was naturally nothing to martial artists, yet it could obstruct their perception. Even with Su Xin's True Martial Realm cultivation, strangely enough, his senses still could not penetrate this miasma.
The group traveled through the forests of Western Hunan for two days. After all, most of Su Xin's subordinates were still Xiantian Martial Artists, so they could not move very quickly. Only after two days did they truly leave the outer reaches of the Western Hunan forest.
What appeared before Su Xin and the others was an abandoned sect ruin.
This sect ruin was not small, spanning more than ten li.
Most importantly, countless sword marks covered the ruins. Even though several decades had passed, Su Xin could still feel a cold and terrifying sword intent within them. He had already vaguely guessed where this place was.
Sure enough, Tong Wuyang said next, "My lord, this was once the sect grounds of the Corpse-Driving Sect. After the Yi Sword Sect completely destroyed it, the Corpse-Driving Sect never returned here even once."
Su Xin nodded. From these ruins alone, he could tell just how terrifying that great battle had been.
At its height, the