Sichuan Province, Qingming Mountain.
In the dense mountains and forests, a figure was swiftly moving through.
His movements appeared extremely light, his toes gently tapping the ground, instantly propelling him ten meters away, with actions so continuous it seemed as if he was flying on the ground, very graceful.
This was a young Taoist with a delicate appearance, dressed in a green Daoist robe. The robe had silver threads embroidered with immortal clouds, and on the back, there was a character "Dao".
In no time, the young Taoist reached a pine forest.
"This should be the place."
Looking at the stern forest ahead, formed by one ancient black pine after another, a smile appeared on the young Taoist's face.
In the next moment, the young Taoist summoned an immaculately red Immortal Sword, grasped it in his hand, and with a flash, shot into the pine forest ahead.
A moment later, in the central area of the dim pine forest.
Boom!
"Kill!"
