Luoying Mountain Range.
Midway up the mountain, Ling Changqing pressed on toward the summit, his expression grim.
His Power of Divine Thought was fully unleashed, allowing him to perceive every rustle of wind and blade of grass within a radius of over four hundred zhang.
The path up the mountain was rugged and treacherous. It was choked with zhang-deep weeds and dense thickets of nameless, often poisonous, shrubs. All sorts of strange snakes and insects hid within them.
Fifty years was enough time to completely erase all traces left by the Cultivators who had passed through before, including the paths they had cleared.
Two Flying Swords shimmering with Spiritual Light circled before Ling Changqing, acting as guards and clearing a path.
The weeds and shrubs in his path were leveled by the piercing sword light, carving out a new path by force.
Many other Cultivators ascending the main peak in other areas were doing the same thing.
