The stench of rotting sea fish and shrimp drifted over the rolling mountains.
In the crevices of mountaintops that should have been dry, traces of mud left behind by seawater were faintly visible.
Vultures circled and landed from time to time.
A group of travel-worn cultivators with talismans pasted to their bodies leaped and raced swiftly through the mountains.
"Why don't we fly over?"
Wang Yi'an followed at the very rear of the group. Ahead of him was a pockmarked elder with a long beard.
Watching the cultivators squeeze through gaps between the peaks one after another, Wang Yi'an could not help asking in confusion.
"Fly over? Are you looking to die?"
Before the Pockmarked Long-Bearded Elder could answer, a gaunt man with a gloomy face traveling ahead could not help muttering.
Wang Yi'an's expression chilled.
Although he was only a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator, no one in the sect treated him like that.
But he suppressed that flash of anger almost immediately.
He was not so foolish. Alone away from home at a time like this, casually clashing with others was the height of folly.
After all, he had joined this group midway. If a conflict broke out, the others in the group would certainly side with that man.
The Pockmarked Long-Bearded Elder close beside him hurriedly whispered as well:
"We're heading to the battlefield where the Myriad Phenomena Sect and the Longevity Sect are fighting the Three Continents Cultivators. Flying through the sky now—are you afraid they won't see us?"
Wang Yi'an frowned slightly.
"I'm not going to the battlefield. I'm going to Wind Islet Mountain."
"It amounts to the same thing. To reach Wind Islet Mountain, you have to pass through this area."
"This area is very close to the territory of those Three-Continents Rogue Cultivators. Sometimes