Li Guanqi was shrouded in a black robe, indistinguishable from other cultivators wandering the cultivation world.

He stood atop a mountain peak a hundred miles away from the Valley of the Buried Gods, his brows furrowed.

The entire valley was veiled in a thick, black-gray mist, even he couldn't discern what lay within.

All he could see were the towering mountains surrounding it, each reaching into the clouds, vast and imposing, yet seemingly ordinary.