Chapter 196: Chen Yang
The sky remained dim and gloomy, but whether it was an illusion or not, he couldn’t say.
Li Yanchu looked up at that black sun in the sky. It seemed... slightly brighter than in the past few days.
This time, his movement technique had reached an even more refined level, allowing him to soar across the ruins and debris at incredible speed.
Along the way, he encountered two or three groups of cultivators; some were traveling alone, while others in pairs or trios.
Li Yanchu didn’t stop, and neither did they attempt to approach or entangle him. They merely exchanged brief glances before continuing on their separate ways.
“Getting closer to Mount Jinting... even the chances of running into living people are increasing,” Li Yanchu muttered to himself.
He noticed that two among the cultivators bore injuries, though he couldn’t tell whether they had come from infighting among those entering the Blissful Land of Mount Jinting... Or if they had encountered demonic interference.
It wasn’t until nightfall that Li Yanchu found a ruined Daoist temple and decided to stop and rest. But the moment he stepped into the main hall, he was momentarily stunned. There were seven or eight people already inside, and they were divided into two groups.
One group was made up of four young men and women dressed in white. The men were young and handsome, and the women were elegant and refined. They clearly possessed the bearing of those from immortal sects.
Although they didn’t quite match the beauty of someone like Ding Rou, the two women still had an undeniable grace about them. All of them carried a cold, aloof air, as if untouched by worldly dust.
The other group, in contrast, was made up of people from the southern barbarian tribes. At the forefront stood an elderly crone, stooped with age and barely holding onto her last teeth.
Behind her stood two strong, well-built middle-aged men, dressed in the distinct fashion of the southern tribes.