Thousands of feet of rock separated it from the surface, concealing auras and blocking vibrations. It was several times more secluded than any forest cave or mountaintop stone platform.
It was the perfect, safest place underground to break through.
He raced along like the wind and lightning, mountains and rivers flying backward.
Summer winds howled through the deep mountains, and the lush sea of forest surged ceaselessly. Running at full speed, Lin Fan crossed two thousand li of mountains and rivers in just an hour and reached his destination.
Before him lay a barren, deathly still Desolate Valley, surrounded by strange peaks and sheer cliffs. Vegetation was sparse, and no one set foot here all year round. In the valley's deepest recess, a pitch-black slit lay hidden among vines and scattered rocks-the entrance to the underground cavern.
Seeing such a narrow entrance, the Lin Fan of his previous life would never have dared enter. Just looking down into it would have made him feel as though he were suffocating.
But Lin Fan had no such fear now. The nearly three million strands of inner qi in his body would let him live peacefully in a place without air or food until his natural lifespan ended. He had no need to worry about suffocation or anything of the sort.
Lin Fan swept his hand, blasting away the dead vines and loose rocks tangled across the entrance, then stooped and entered the cavern.
At the entrance, a little faint daylight still seeped through.
The deeper he went, the darker and more forbidding the passage became.
Beneath his feet lay rock worn slick by ten thousand years of dampness, while ancient, heavily layered strata loomed overhead. Pitch darkness surrounded him, without even a single insect's chirp. The deathly silence made the heart tremble.