The seventh day.
The mist of the Dao Chu Ancient Land surrounded the ancient path formed by the brilliant glow of the dawn, imbued with mystery.
Those ancient characters seemed to have never appeared again.
All the major sects were ready, prepared to enter.
But perhaps out of fear of danger, no one rushed in, instead they waited.
On a withered mountain near the Dao Chu Ancient Land, a figure in red stood proudly atop the peak, letting the mountain wind caress her, her sleeves fluttering like an immortal.
That was a woman dressed in red.
The woman seemed to be around twenty years old, with skin like congealed fat, possessing an appearance capable of toppling nations.
She gazed at the Dao Chu Ancient Land, murmuring softly to herself, "My destiny does not lie here, but my intuition tells me there is something here that I need..."
The woman in red was none other than the chief senior sister of Li Mountain who had laid down her sword, Fang Xinyan.
