"Daoist Yue, by heading straight north, are we not already close to Senior Wu’s dojo? This is the northernmost great island once under the domain of immortal cultivators, and only with Senior Wu’s great cultivation could it be held. Now that even he has withdrawn to Desolate Island, beyond this point lies wilderness rarely touched by cultivators. It is said powerful demon clans dwell there. Is your old friend trapped within?"0

The group sped swiftly across the sea. Kong Yun gazed toward the vast northern waters, his expression grave as he questioned Granny Yue. Since their departure, they had traveled day and night without rest.0

Granny Yue had led them further and further north. Soon they would leave the lands once held by humans, yet she showed no sign...0