My dao to eternity

Li Fan had walked the edges of the Myriad Beast Valley before, years ago, as a frightened Body Refining cultivator with nothing to guide him but instinct and a scripture he barely understood. He remembered that wilderness as loud in every direction — birdsong overhead, insects droning through the underbrush, the distant calls of beasts marking territory or warning off rivals, a constant, layered noise that made the valley feel alive even in its most dangerous stretches. Even the outer regions near Myriad Beast City, tamer by comparison, had never once fallen this quiet.