Wen Zhong, Senior Brother, You Can't Go to Dragon-Severing Ridge

"Do you have to go to Dragon-Severing Ridge?"

Lin Yuan stared at the three words on the map, his tone noticeably more serious.

Wen Zhong sensed that something was wrong, his finger still resting on the map.

"You think there's a problem here?"

"It's not that I think so."

Lin Yuan fell silent for a moment.

"It's that hearing this name makes me feel very uneasy."

If those words had come from anyone else, Wen Zhong probably would not have taken them too seriously.

But the one speaking was Lin Yuan.

That made all the difference.

From Skeleton Mountain to the Ten Ultimate Formation, then Zhao Gongming's Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book, Lin Yuan's nearly unreasonable sense for danger had been accurate far too many times.

Wen Zhong in particular had witnessed it all firsthand along the way.

So he did not laugh, nor did he say Lin Yuan was worrying too much.

Instead, he lowered his head and looked again at Dragon-Severing Ridge.

"What exactly is wrong?"

"I don't know."

Lin Yuan shook his head.

That was the truth.

He knew Dragon-Severing Ridge had originally been Wen Zhong's place of death, and he knew the Heaven-Reaching Divine Fire Pillar would appear there.

But he could not say those things outright.

What was more, the Primordial World's course had already been altered too much by him. The familiar details from before might not unfold exactly as they once had.

There was only one thing he could be certain of.

If Wen Zhong went to Dragon-Severing Ridge—

The danger would be immense.

"Senior Brother."

"Choose another place for the rearguard."

Lin Yuan pointed to several other stretches of terrain on the map.

"Here, here, and this river valley to the west. Though they're not as narrow as Dragon-Severing Ridge, they can still delay