After killing the three dragons, Red Cloud left the Buzhou Wasteland and arrived in a vast range of mountains. The peaks soared high, the forests grew dense, Fierce Beasts ran rampant, and human traces were scarce.
This place lay at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. The Three Clans had virtually no influence here, for Pangu's pressure was too overwhelming—even Primordial Unity Golden Immortals found it difficult to move.
Red Cloud found a hidden valley in the mountains, carved out a cave dwelling, and settled down there for the time being.
"Phew, I can finally catch my breath."
Red Cloud sat within the cave dwelling, gazing at the parasol tree inside the Hundred Herbs Diagram, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
For this parasol tree, Red Cloud had survived countless brushes with death. He had been hunted by the Three Clans, pursued by Rogue Cultivators, and had nearly died several times at the hands of Daluo Golden Immortals.
Yet in the end, he had survived. He had escaped alive with the parasol tree, and he was growing stronger and stronger.
Time and again, he had danced on a blade's edge. Red Cloud's true body had helped him greatly, using the Illustrated Record of Literary Fortune to deduce paths to survival for him and allowing him to turn calamity into fortune again and again.
"Next, I need to cultivate properly and strive to break through to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm as soon as possible."
Red Cloud closed his eyes and began cultivating. The Three Clans would not let this go. They might very well find this place, and he had to become stronger before they did.
The Primordial World was vast, boundless beyond measure. Yet the Primordial World was also small, so small that there seemed to be no place for