Stepping on the dark land, there was a nauseating scent of blood on it.
Surrounded by darkness, raising his eyes, Qin An found that he had entered the entrance of the ancient battlefield ruins, which was a vast plain.
Only this plain had no grassland, but was filled with charred ground.
It was as if it had just experienced a world-ending flame.
Qin An thought for a moment and then took out a map from his bosom, carefully examining it.
"According to what the mission described, the last appearance of the Qingxuan Bird Clan was in the location I'm in, about a hundred miles to the west."
"There's a canyon there called the Qingfeng Canyon, shrouded in gentle breezes all year round, but at night, those breezes transform into deadly gale winds."
"Even ordinary cultivators can't go in."
While looking at the map, Qin An pondered in his heart.
This time's mission was a small branch of a major mission.
He knew very well what kind of creatures those monsters in Cang Yuan were.
