With that thought, Su Yueli threaded through the clouds thousands of zhang above the ground.
The Great Xia Immortal Dynasty's territory stretched boundlessly. She crossed tens of thousands of li through the air, keeping her divine sense sealed rather than releasing it to search for her target.
Once a Martial Immortal fully unfurled their divine sense, it would provoke rejection from the laws of this world.
But honed by ten thousand years, she could isolate the source of every trace of scent in the turbulent currents high above.
A rich blend of medicinal fragrances drifted into her nose on the fierce winds from the southwest.
Su Yueli abruptly stopped in midair.
The reaction force exploded through the air, shattering vast banks of clouds.
She turned toward the southwest. At the far end of her vision lay an enormous, unbroken mountain range, its peaks towering into the clouds and its vegetation a deep, inky green.
The scents of plants were most varied there. The medicinal fragrances of high-grade spirit herbs even pierced the barrier of miasma.
The Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range.
The most renowned gathering place for demonic beasts in the southern Great Xia Immortal Dynasty, and a natural treasury of high-grade spirit herbs.
Su Yueli leaned forward and drove her legs again, turning into a white meteor as she plummeted toward the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range.
At the same time.
Deep within the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range, in Poison Miasma Valley.
Gu Qinghe, a Third Realm cultivator, dragged his grievously injured right leg as he fled desperately through waist-deep rotting leaves.
His blue-green robe was completely stained red with blood. Three enormous claw wounds cut deep into his chest, exposing bone, the flesh torn outward and his organs faintly visible.
Blood dripped steadily down his thigh onto the soil, leaving