On their journey, Qin Wudao and his companions treaded carefully, skirting around even falling leaves to avoid unnecessary conflict. Yet, careful as they were, they still faced several attacks from spectral phantoms, which cost them a significant amount of time. Perhaps due to the vastness of the forest, they encountered no other gifted cultivators. What Qin Wudao didn't know, however, was that a conspiracy targeting him was about to unfold—which was partly why they had yet to run into any other prodigies.
As night fell, the light in the Kunlun Secret Realm grew eerily dim. A chilling wind swept through the branches, creating a wailing noise that reminded one of writhing specters, making one's blood run cold.
