Beneath a sky thick with ominous clouds and rumbling thunder, the Whale-Riding Immortal held up a map and said, "Cross Dragonspike Ridge, pass Devil-Slaying Ravine, travel through Watermoon Cave, and arrive at the Divine Ruins Monastery."0

He compared it with the pitch-black mountain range looming ahead, then gave a slow nod. "This must be the Dragonspike Ridge marked on the map."0

He had come to the Divine Ruins with the Sword Emperor of the West Sea, Jiang Yuebai, and Chu Liang. Following the path outlined on the map, they pressed forward. The Whale-Riding Immortal had roamed these lands for many years and was well acquainted with the terrain, so the first stretch of their journey went smoothly.0

The desolate mountain range stretched from north to south, sealing off miles of land in an unbroken wall of black stone. Its peaks pierced the clouds, and not a trace of life could be seen anywhere along its slopes. In the Divine Ruins, lifeless terrain was not uncommon, but a silence this absolute, where not even the wind dared...0