Ahead stood two bare mountains, their entire bodies made of dark-red rock, like two blood-colored curtains blocking the way. The peaks shot straight into the sky, their heights vanishing somewhere deep in the clouds.
The moment the flying sword landed, it turned into a serpentine streak of light. After drawing an arc through the air, it slipped into Xue Tieyi's broad sleeve.
The instant Li Yan's feet touched the ground, his gaze naturally fell ahead.
At the base of the two peaks where Li Yan and the others had landed, a gap wide enough for three people to walk abreast had been left between them, forming a narrow passage.
From where Li Yan stood, the two peaks seemed to stand side by side in front of him, forming the shape of the character "ren." They stretched across heaven and earth, blocking every path forward.
Behind them lay the edge of that red desert.
Within the gap at the base of the mountains was a hazy layer of yellow light, like a membrane that prevented anyone from seeing the scene within.
"This is the destination of our journey. What you need to do next, Li Yan, is... continuously release the power of the Cold Moon and pour it into the gap between those mountains ahead!"
Master Lan turned around and looked at Li Yan, who was examining the surroundings.
Xue Tieyi said nothing. His eyes remained fixed deeply on the gap between the mountains, as though it had stirred some old memories.
After hearing this, Li Yan's eyes filled with puzzlement.
Master Lan did not explain further, merely pointing toward the gap in the mountain.
"First, use your spiritual power, then ordinary soul power, and finally the power of the Cold Moon. Probe beyond the membrane in the gap one by