Within the Yunwu Mountain Range, a white figure glided effortlessly over the sea of trees, almost as if he was flying. Each light touch on the branches and leaves was made with a graceful, seemingly weightless movement.1

Occasionally, a mutated avian creature in the sky would catch sight of him. As it descended from above to pounce on him, however, confusion became evident once it approached within a hundred meters. It would then spread its wings and soar back skyward, completely forgetting its mission to hunt down the white creature.0

That morning, on the edge of a cliff deep within a branch of the mountains, An Fuqing sat cross-legged. A formless sword will enveloped her, emanating a sharp aura capable of tearing through everything.0

After days of enlightenment, her cultivation had reached a hair's breadth away...0