The Yin-Yang Valley had been restless for some time, with strange gases erupting sporadically and luring waves of cultivators eager to search for treasures.0

Little did they know, countless lives would be lost before they could even glimpse those treasures. Deathguards mercilessly slaughtered a portion of the cultivators, while others sank into the ground, swallowed by the treacherous terrain. Some met fiery deaths as magma from the volcano claimed them. The Yin-Yang Valley had become a living hell.0

Screams and cries filled the valley, echoing through the chaos, each one more harrowing than the last. The tremors grew more rapid and violent, and the widening fissures revealed a dark, ominous underground world.0

Liu Wuxie had always suspected there was more to the yin mountain, but now he was certain—it was far from ordinary. Beneath its depths lay countless thousand-year deathguards, their presence oppressive and terrifying. Among them, Liu Wuxie even spotted the unmistakable forms of ten-thousand-year deathguards.0

If all the deathguards were released, all the humans here would die without an exception, including him. Dealing with the thousand-year deathguards was his limit, and he had no chance of winning...0