But the scene displayed by the road-viewing map was limited in size, and the specifics of the daoist temple could not be seen clearly.
The people present had long been prepared. The instant the road-viewing map appeared, spiritual light flickered through each of their eyes.
Their gazes swept over it, and they quickly fixed on the mountain known as Jue Mountain.
There was no need to say it aloud. The legacy left behind by the Ren family's ancestor had to be within this mountain, or inside the daoist temple upon it.
No one hurried to speak. Instead, they silently committed every detail of the scene to memory.
Two crimson threads, as fine as hairs, linked the Mountains and ultimately pointed toward Jue Mountain.
This also meant that there were two relatively safe routes leading there.
After memorizing the road-viewing map, should anything happen along the way, they would be able to swiftly determine their location from the surrounding scenery and find the target again.
The terrain here was crisscrossed with ravines, and mysterious forces were at work, preventing cultivators from rashly flying through the air.
Under such circumstances, the importance of a map went without saying.
The map was displayed for only a brief moment.
A moment later.
Noticing Su Shi'er give a slight nod, Ren Lingrong put away the Magical Treasure, and the map projected in midair vanished with it.
Given the cultivation realms of those present, memorizing the image with a single glance was no difficult task.
"Jue Mountain, a daoist temple?! Judging from the scene on this map, the place where the Ren family's ancestor perished should be here."
"However, one wisp of the Ren family's ancestor's remnant soul escaped back then. Even if they knew a relatively safe route, there should only have been one."
"Why...