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Deep within Broken Immortal Mountain lies the hidden Valley of Miasma.

The 30,000-jin (approximately 15,000 kg) town road marker was firmly wedged at the entrance of a cave halfway up the mountain. This massive black rock completely blocked most of the passage, shutting out the bloody storm outside. Only a half-foot-wide crack remained at the top, allowing a few wisps of cool mountain breeze to occasionally seep in.

The cave was extremely peaceful, forming a fortress that no one could disturb.

On the dry, rocky surface, the thick hide of the Ghost Wind Wolf stirred.

Anan opened her eyes, which were covered by a white film, and sat up straight from inside the animal skin.

It was very quiet around.

The heavy breathing that always echoed in his ears had disappeared, as had the sound of the black iron chain dragging on the ground scraping against the stone. But a warm, comforting smell lingered in the air. It was the pure yang energy emanating from Lu Chen's twelfth-level physique, still present in the cave.

A-Nan sniffled.

She reached out her little hand, felt around on the stone for a while, and grabbed the tattered rag doll with a missing ear.

Anan clutched the rag doll tightly to her chest. She didn't cry out or shed a tear; she simply quietly lifted the wolf skin and slid down the giant rock, which was as tall as a person. Her bare feet landed directly on the uneven, gravelly ground.

Before, stepping on gravel would always leave blisters on the soles of my feet. Today is different. The reconstructed skin and flesh are very firm, and I don't feel any pain at all when sharp stones poke my soles.

Using the warmth left in the air, she walked step by step toward the cave entrance.

A huge, rough stone blocked their way.

Anan stopped, stretched out her two little hands, and placed them flat on the back of the town's road stele.

The stone's surface was cool to the touch, its rough, pitted surface radiating heat. A wisp of night wind blew through a crack about half a foot wide overhead, brushing against her thin shoulders. She tilted her head back, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Just then, I felt a strange sensation under my palm.

Something was hidden inside the black stone. When Lu Chen fiercely pulled up this broken stele during the day, the raging pure yang energy surged up his arm and forcefully poured into the deepest part of the stele. This brute force hadn't completely dissipated yet, and it lay dormant beneath the thick rock layers.

A-Nan's chest suddenly skipped a beat.

The drop of pure beast blood that Lu Chen had repeatedly purified and forcibly fed into her mouth reacted at this moment. The two streams of blood energy, originating from the same source, collided directly through the thick layer of black rock.

The rough surface of the monument emitted a very low hum.

A-Nan frowned.

A strange itch came from my palm. This itch traveled up my fingertips, went straight into my wrist, and seeped deep into the bone marrow that had just been remodeled. My whole arm felt sore and numb.

She just wanted to find something solid to grind her down properly.

Ten slender, jade-white fingers pressed tightly against the rough surface of the monument, rubbing it back and forth vigorously. The movement was casual; she did the same thing when rubbing yellow mud by the puddles in the muddy alley outside Xuanni City.

This is a 30,000-jin (approximately 15,000 kg) town-guarding stele. During the day, the Foundation Establishment stage manager used his magic weapon to smash it, but he couldn't even break off a single piece of rock.

Right now, right under this little girl's delicate fingers.

The rock ridge at the very edge of the monument, weathered over the years and extremely hard, was silently crumbling.

There was no crisp sound of any hard object colliding.

Those seemingly indestructible black rocks were directly crushed into extremely fine stone powder by this pure, primal force. It was even finer than the fine white flour sold in noodle shops.

The itching gradually subsided.

Ah Nan released her hands.

The fine pebbles stuck between her fingers dripped down, sprinkling all over her bare insteps.

She groped her little hand back. The originally sharp, rough edge had been rubbed away in large chunks, leaving a smooth, flat, light white indentation.

The little girl simply couldn't grasp the concept of destructive power.

She shook her arms and felt the soreness and numbness in her hands completely disappear, making her feel much more comfortable. She bent down and haphazardly brushed off the stone dust stuck to the back of her feet.

Then, Anan straightened up again and pressed half of her face tightly against the cool stone tablet.

My stomach started growling at this inopportune moment.

"Where did the big guy go?"

She muttered something under her breath. All she could think about was when she could finally eat a bite of hot beast meat. Her body, which had just shattered the extremely hard Dao tablet, was in a strangely sluggish and ethereal state.

After drinking the pure blood, her senses completely changed.

Those hazy, pterygium-covered eyes still couldn't see the light. But beyond the blind spots of mortal vision, something far more acute awakened.

Centered on A-Nan's slender body, an invisible ripple of energy spread outwards.

The special perception brought about by the bloodline resonance directly penetrated the thick stone walls of the cave and rapidly spread towards the dark forest outside.

She saw many flickering lights.

Outside in the woods, dozens of tiny flames of life were scattered about, all belonging to low-level demonic beasts hiding in the shadows, hunting for food.

All the flames were trembling violently.

They circled in large circles in the forest, refusing to approach the cave halfway up the mountain.

Because around the cave, a large, extremely violent and ferocious aura lingered. It was the territorial scent left behind by Lu Chen after he had killed people. This malevolent aura terrified the unintelligent, hairy beasts, leaving them cowering in the distance, staring helplessly.

Anan leaned against a rock, observing with great interest the flickering little flames.

Suddenly, her brows furrowed tightly.

The slight relaxation on her face vanished instantly. She raised her chin, her empty, white-rimmed eyes piercing through the half-foot-wide crevice in the rock above, staring intently at the high sky where Xuanni City was located.

In her perceived world, a huge, bone-chilling cloud of air crashed down from the extremely high sky.

it's too cold.

Completely different from the warm, bloody energy emanating from birds and beasts, this was an immense, utterly devoid of any human warmth, source of spiritual energy.

That's Song Que.

To shorten their journey, this elite soldier sent by the Azure Sky Sword Sect directly filled the array's core with ten mid-grade spirit stones, causing them to burn wildly. The spirit boat's array was severely overloaded, emitting a sharp explosion that tore through the thick clouds high in the sky.

The overwhelming pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage cultivator descended without restraint.

This chilling spiritual pressure violently crashed into the ripples of energy spreading out from Anan, stinging her cheeks. The overwhelming power limit of a Foundation Establishment cultivator directly triggered the blind girl's long-range perception at this moment.

Not only is it cold outside, but the sounds underground are also strange.

With her bare feet on the ground, A-Nan could clearly feel the extremely violent changes taking place in the spiritual energy of the earth veins surrounding Broken Immortal Mountain.

The spiritual energy that was originally scattered throughout the earth is being forcibly extracted by some domineering force.

These air currents shuttle back and forth in mid-air and condense.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within hundreds of miles was intertwining in mid-air. The prelude to the grand formation locking the sky was beginning to brew, a setup to lock the entire Broken Immortal Mountain inside.

A-Nan shuddered.

The chilly air outside made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

She turned around and walked barefoot quickly back to the deepest part of the cave. She hugged the earless rag doll tightly with both hands, climbed up the hard, dry rock, and curled herself up into a small ball again.

She pulled over the large, ghostly wolf skin and wrapped her head, hands, and feet tightly, leaving only her hazy gray eyes staring in the direction of the Dao stele.

"It's getting cold."

The little blind girl murmured softly.

She obediently huddled in the corner, quietly waiting for the tall figure to return.