As Song Wen looked at the black clouds blanketing the high sky ahead, an inexplicable sense of unease rose within him.
The black clouds hung less than a hundred li above the ground, their thickness immeasurable, as though they stretched all the way to the Ninth Heavens.
Beneath the black clouds lay an endless mountain range, rising and falling in layer upon layer of jagged peaks.
Who knows what lurks within those black clouds? They stir fear in one's heart for no reason at all, Song Wen thought.
Song Wen had no desire to explore such unknown things.
The Profound Realm was vast and boundless, filled with far too many unsolved mysteries.
For example, the resentment within the Source-Qi Death Domain, the miasma of Rotting Miasma Ridge, and the foul stench that had continuously seeped from beneath Song Wen's temporary cave abode more than ten years ago...
No one knew how many years these things had existed. Countless people driven by curiosity must have explored and pondered them, yet clearly no one had discovered their origins. Otherwise, the news would already have spread throughout the world.
Song Wen flew into Azure Cloud Ridge, traveling beneath the black clouds.
His gaze continuously swept over the mountains below, seeking traces left behind by the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
Yet after penetrating several hundred thousand li into the range, he found not the slightest clue.
However, the surroundings had undergone earth-shaking changes.
First, darkness enveloped everything, so complete that one could not see their own hand before their face.
Second, the black clouds overhead had lowered further, now only fifty li above the ground. Like a massive stone weighing upon the heart, they involuntarily inspired awe.
Furthermore, the vegetation among the mountains had changed. There were no towering trees, nor