This was not even Jiuyou deliberately exerting pressure. It was merely a byproduct of her long presence here. Her normal aura alone had shaped the land into this oppressive, chaotic wilderness.0

The mountains spread out before him chaotically, distorted and overlapping, creating illusions wherever he looked. The landscape was disorienting; paths twisted and blurred, making it uncertain whether any direction he chose would actually lead him to his destination.0

This was Ye Jiuyou’s true nature. Utterly different from the young lady of the Li Clan who had once been easily subdued by Ye Wuming, or the soul fragment that had ambushed him within the secret realm of the tngri.0

At that time, Jiuyou’s main body had likely been locked in confrontation with Ye Wuming. Thus, the soul fragment she had dared send out had been weak, minimally powered. Had she sent a stronger fragment, Ye Wuming would have undoubtedly obliterated her. As a result, Zhao Changhe had unwittingly gained a rather easy advantage.0

Far ahead, he saw two distinct peaks. Atop each sat a solitary figure in meditation. Zhao Changhe gazed at them for a moment before choosing...0