Blackstone City sank into the night behind her.
By the faint moonlight, Su Yueli's figure drew layer upon layer of blurred afterimages across the wilderness.
With every step she took, the ground sank only slightly, yet she shot forward like an arrow flying close to the earth, crossing dozens of zhang in an instant.
Rather than choosing one of those immortal sanctuaries rich in spiritual energy, she headed straight for the deepest forbidden land along Great Li's border—the Spiritless Death Valley.
Half a day later, the land before her had completely turned ash-gray.
This was the most famous wasteland within several thousand li.
The entire valley was filled with jagged, grotesque rocks. Not a single blade of grass or tree lived here, and more fatally, there was not even the faintest trace of spiritual energy.
In the eyes of cultivators, this place was a mire they avoided at all costs. Once a cultivator entered, the spiritual power within their body could only flow out and never replenish, like an ordinary person without water.
Without spiritual power to replenish them, even the Golden Core and Nascent Soul within their bodies would slowly wither if they stayed here too long.
But for Su Yueli, who practiced the Ultimate Dao martial arts and relied purely on her own qi and blood, this was the safest cradle beneath heaven.
"Without spiritual energy, when those cultivators sweep this place with their divine sense, it will be like looking at a pool of stagnant water. They won't linger here at all."
Su Yueli stopped at the edge of a bottomless abyss.
The cold wind howled, making her blue-white dress snap and flutter.
She looked down at the profound darkness below and, without the slightest hesitation, leaped straight down.
The wind beside her ears howled like blades