Having thought it over, Murong Huai immediately decided to head to Death Valley. Come to think of it, he had always been curious why there was a wild gathering place for soul beasts near Spirit City, yet Spirit Hall had never cleared it out. Now it seemed that Death Valley was far more than it appeared on the surface.
"Dong'er, we'll set out for Death Valley first thing tomorrow morning and take a look at this unusual place. Gui Mei, you'll lead the way then. Take us to that patch of dense forest you mentioned."
"Yes, Holy Son."
—The next day, Death Valley.
Death Valley lay within a mountain range outside Spirit Hall, only fifty or sixty kilometers away—not particularly far. The three of them did not take a carriage, instead using Gui Mei's traversal soul skill to get there quickly.
Death Valley's terrain was complex, encompassing wetlands, swamps, and areas shrouded in poisonous miasma. The deeper one went, the greater the danger. Numerous powerful soul beasts dwelled there, and there were even rumors of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.
The ground was covered in stark white bones. The valley was deathly silent, without even the chirping of insects or birds, and its oppressive atmosphere was suffocating. The living conditions here were extremely harsh. Though the trees were thick and towering, they bore no lush foliage, only strange, uncanny moss that defied all reason, making the place seem all the more eerie and terrifying.
"Tsk, tsk. So this is Death Valley. No wonder Martial Soul Academy uses it as a trial ground to select top talent." It was Murong Huai's first time in Death Valley. It was entirely different from the Star Dou Great Forest. Thin mist permeated the surroundings, making it incomparably sinister, while all manner of venomous creatures lurked