As Zhou Xiaoya's party from the Heavenly Spirit Church and Li Xiaoya's group from the Heavenly Dao Sect raced together into the depths of the Enchanted Mountain Range,
a streak of escaping light also shot toward the Enchanted Mountain Range like lightning.
Thousands of miles away lay an endless expanse of Mountain Mists. Their peaks were not particularly lofty, but they were covered in ancient trees hundreds or thousands of years old, each dozens of yards tall. A faint white mist drifted over the endless mountains, veiling the distant ridges. Overhead, cultivators occasionally flew onward in groups of three or five, while others could sometimes be seen racing out.
This was Great Illusion's famous Enchanted Mountain Range.
Somewhere deep within the mountains, six figures flew swiftly through clouds of pink mist. Ahead of them, enormous trees lay toppled along the trail, as though some gigantic demon beast had smashed through them.
Each of the six moved with astonishing speed. Their leader was a young man with fiery red hair, a defiant brow, and three scars on his face. Purple escaping light radiated from his entire body, and even the vegetation on the ground seemed to freeze wherever he passed.
Close behind him was a gaunt old man past fifty, incongruously dressed in colorful robes. He was no slower, racing swiftly onward.
"Young master! Aren't we pursuing it too deep into the mountains?" After chasing for a while, the gaunt old man in colorful robes called to the red-haired youth ahead.
"Don't worry! That thing can't get far!" the red-haired youth replied coldly without turning his head. Then he abruptly accelerated and shouted to the others, "Hurry up! Don't let that brat beat us to it!"
"Yes!" the cultivators answered in unison, accelerating to follow.
Meanwhile, in a dense forest hundreds