Mountain after mountain, countless ancient trees, a wild and desolate aura assail the senses.
This is the No-Man's Land, dangerous and mysterious.
Many great peaks reach the heights of the heavens, shrouded in clouds and mist, some old crawling vines as thick as mountains themselves, wrapping around peak after peak.
Currently, the Immortal Dao flowers shine brilliantly, three thousand petals flowing with auspicious light, each leaf is a door, connecting with the Immortal Ancient.
The atmosphere is tense, talents from the Three Thousand States have emerged, returning along the ancient path, while not far away, sect hierarchs have descended, sealing off this place.
"Where is the desolate?" whispered some genius, thinking that since the sect hierarchs are after him, they shouldn't trouble the others.
"Hmm, you are a descendant of my Peng Clan, come over quickly." A Golden-Winged Peng waved to a young man.
