The Chaos Lands were neither vast nor small. Even so, Daka, Dagmar, and Aselst spent ten days or so trekking with their followers before reaching the vicinity of the valley where Han Hao was staying.
Along the way, Daka and the others had not encountered a single soul. It was as though all the vicious fiends of the Chaos Lands had turned invisible, and the peace felt oppressively stifling.
The more things remained this way, the more cautious Daka and the others became, not daring to act rashly. They had proceeded carefully throughout the journey. After all, the Chaos Lands were someone else's territory. Even with their considerable strength, they did not dare make too much of a show of themselves. In particular, they knew their opponents must be lying in ambush in the shadows, which made them even more careful.
Daka, Dagmar, and Aselst each watched a different direction, their divine souls constantly monitoring every movement around them to ensure no enemy suddenly charged out of some corner. Saras remained unruffled. Unless Daka and the others asked him a question, he kept silent, his thoughts unknown.
At last, they reached the vicinity of the Three Peaks.
Stopping at a distance, Daka gazed at the valley shrouded in faint black mist, from which foul odors kept drifting. He looked somewhat puzzled. "Saras, are you certain this is the place?" After a while, Daka glanced at Saras with an odd expression.
"It should be right here. There's no mistake." Saras looked solemn, though he too found it strange. Even after spreading his divine soul outward, he sensed no trace of soul fluctuations from those peaks. What exactly is that fellow up to?
"There's no one here at all!" Dagmar straightened, and the White Bone Throne carried him toward the valley between