The night wind howled, sweeping up dead leaves and carrying the unique damp and decaying scent of the mountain forest.

A shadow, like a ghost, flitted through the layers of mountains with astonishing speed, yet remained silent, as if merging with the deep night.

This shadow was none other than Lin Changsheng, who had left Qingyun Sect seven days ago.

For seven days, he traveled day and night without a moment's rest, heading south until he finally stepped into the forbidden land that struck fear into the hearts of Tianfeng Kingdom's cultivators—the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.