West of White Ravine.
The earth was pale, strewn with jagged rocks.
A towering mountain range stretched across the land, its peaks piercing the clouds. Grim silver-gray radiance flowed between them, and metallic winds howled, occasionally stripping away vast sheets of silver cliff face to expose the riddled mountains beneath.
White Ravine, the entrance to Desolate Capital, lay east of this range. By comparison, the thousand-mile-long ravine amounted to only a portion of the immense range's far end.
Before the mountains lay what seemed to be a dried-up marsh, a thousand miles across. Drought had scored it with countless cracks, and broad stretches of rocky shore encircled its edges.
Within the Great Void, Withering Light stirred faintly, forming blue-black demonic clouds that hovered between reality and illusion, concealing the group from outside eyes.
Blade-sharp astral winds gusted forth. The demonic clouds parted, and an immense black tiger stepped out, majestic and uncanny. Three people sat upon its back, which was as broad as a palace.
"This is [Longjue Ridge]. Head west through the boundless wilderness and desert, cross the Heli Great Abyss, and you will reach Kunlun Immortal Mountain."
Nangang formed an Incantation with his fingers. His Divine Ability stirred, and Demon-Perishing Light, shifting between truth and falsehood, surged around him.
"Hollow mountains, metal corroding the earth's surface, dried-up marshes, hard, saline ground exposed—these are signs of Dui Jin's fall. On such a vast scale, it must have been someone at the Golden Core level."
Wei Shuang's voice was grave. He had already sensed something amiss.
The moment he entered this place, he noticed the damage to his paired saber and sword beginning to spread again. Even [Treading Frost Gradually] could barely reinforce them.
"Indeed. A great figure of the Dui Metal lineage fell here in those days."
Nangang guided