The green mountains ahead were bright and alluring, yet without a name.
Sorting my thoughts, I realized Ying Wuxing was already dead.
I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Afterward, stumbling away, I walked tirelessly for a day and a night until I finally encountered signs of human habitation.
I discovered that somehow, overnight, I had traveled from Liu Jing Mountain to the vicinity of Qianye Mountain, a thousand miles away.
This was what Ying Wufeng experienced at the time.
Su Mo captured several pieces of information within this.
The corpse was carrying the coffin.
Liu Jing Mountain vicinity.
And… the words spoken by the person who emerged from the coffin.
It was clear that similar events weren't happening just once.
Ying Wufeng and Ying Wuxing, both extraordinary in martial arts.
Only one survived; others who accidentally entered deep in the clouds likely met no fate but death.
After obtaining this news, Su Mo encountered two more events.
