In this world of strong prevailing over the Cultivation World, only by constantly breaking through oneself can one stand at a higher pinnacle.
One day, Luo Yao came to a rarely visited valley, surrounded by dense primitive forests, with sunlight barely piercing through the treetops, casting mottled and colorful shadows.
The air was filled with a peculiar fragrance, as if some ancient and powerful force was asleep here.
He stopped his steps, his sharp gaze sweeping around, with an inexplicable premonition rising in his heart.
This place might be the clue he long sought—the true hiding place of the Ancient Formation and the mysterious pearl.
Luo Yao took a deep breath, and slowly stepped into the depths of the valley.
As he ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery began to change subtly, countless eyes seemed to be watching secretly in the previously quiet forest, a depressive and ancient aura hit him.
