A few days later.
An unbroken mountain range lay beneath her feet.
Spirit Mountain.
On this return, the mountains were desolate, with much of their former demonic miasma gone.
Jiang Yuechu stood still among the clouds and began a careful search.
From the peaks to the valley floor, from the dense forests to the deep ravines.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every stone and stream fell within her sight.
Apart from a few lesser demons skulking about in trembling fear, there was not a trace of a Demon Emperor's aura.
It seemed that battle really had beaten the fear into those fellows.
"What a bunch of cowards..."
I was hoping to give any Demon Emperors who dared return a little surprise...
Shaking her head helplessly, Jiang Yuechu withdrew her gaze and looked down.
With a flicker, she landed on one of Spirit Mountain's peaks.
After casually killing the demons occupying it, she began to consider her next move.
The old woman had only said that the Lightless Cave was beneath Spirit Mountain, without specifying its location.
Where was she supposed to look?
Was she supposed to burrow straight underground?
As she mulled this over resentfully, Jiang Yuechu suddenly noticed a hole in the distance that had appeared at some unknown point.
It was not particularly large, only a few people wide.
Holes of every size were perfectly normal around Spirit Mountain, so Jiang Yuechu had paid it no attention at first.
But...
A faint, almost imperceptible scorching sensation brushed her face on the mountain wind.
Jiang Yuechu stopped short.
This aura... the Pure Yang True Flame that burned the heavens and boiled the seas above the Lost River Valley had felt just like this.
Had someone from the Jade Capital Tower been here?
She concealed her presence and approached