The border between the territories of the Azure Rosy Clouds Temple and the Purple Pole Sect was a mountain range stretching for hundreds of li. Exceptionally rugged yet not particularly tall, it was called Fallen Dragon Ridge.
Legend had it that a true dragon had fallen here in ancient times. Its bones had become the mountain ridges, and its blood had soaked the earth, leaving the abundant spiritual energy here tinged with a faint, elusive savagery.
It was unsuitable for cultivators to live or cultivate in for long.
At that moment, Lin Changheng stood aboard a blue-green Spell Boat, streaking across the horizon like a flowing ray of light as he prepared to fly over Fallen Dragon Ridge.
He no longer wore his previous appearance as Pill Master Lin. Instead, he had quietly altered his build and features, traveling under another guise.
Dressed in fitted black clothes, he had a dark complexion and utterly unremarkable features, but a trace of resolve showed on his face, and his gaze was unwavering.
He gave the impression of a man whose iron will could never be wrested from him.
It was none other than Li Feiyu's appearance, last seen at the auction in the Immortal City.
Previously, Lin Changheng had traveled between the Purple Pole Sect and the Azure Rosy Clouds Temple by way of Floating Life Immortal City, rather than taking this route. Now, unwilling to make that detour, he flew straight across Fallen Dragon Ridge instead. It was much faster.
It saved him at least five hundred li of travel.
Dusk had fallen. The setting sun was red as blood, staining the western sky a tragically beautiful crimson. Clouds glowing like congealed blood spilled their light over the interlocking peaks below, gilding the dark-green primeval forest with an ominous red fringe.