In that instant, Guo Jiang rushed down the deep ravine behind his house. Although it was a dark night, it didn't make it difficult for him to go down the ravine. The depth of the location that would be his hiding place reached thirty-five feet deep, where there was a secret cave.The cave wasn't big, just enough for Guo Jiang to take cover, invisible from above when anyone tried to peer into the abyss.In the corner, there was a pair of sizable centipedes, huddled silently, sharing in the tension the boy was experiencing.On ordinary days, Guo Jiang would often chat with the two centipedes while playing around in the cave, and it felt like they had grown close. As a result of their closeness, the centipedes didn't put up a fight when Guo Jiang entered the cave, their nest.Cold sweat was dripping down his forehead when the boy hurriedly jumped into the cave. Lucky for him, not more than two blinks of an eye later, the abyss was suddenly illuminated with torchlight. And Guo Jiang heard

It was noon, and the sun was high overhead, reflecting its glistening rays to create the illusion of pearly grains as its light fell on the snowy expanse of Mount Khar Amitan.Although it was not yet winter, the eternal snow on the mountain's summit remained because Khar Amintan Peak is always cold. It is the coldest area in the northern part of the continent, making anyone shiver from the cold.The child's feet were small, shuffling, sometimes sinking into the mounds of snow, but he tried to persevere, stabilize, and leave the snowy mountain peak. He moved slowly toward the west, hoping to be quickly hidden from the prying eyes of the unfathomable figure from the depths of the earth on Khar Amintan Peak.Even though people didn't have compasses back then, everyone at this time always relied on the sun or the North Star for direction.'The sun is leaning to the west, which means I need to go in the opposite direction to the north, where Bingdao is. Then I'll just go south or west,' th

Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the door. It was like a 'bedebum' sound that made all the furniture inside the simple stall tremble.These were the actions of a practitioner at the highest level of Mortal rank (perhaps even quasi). The pounding of the feet with each step contained deadly pure air, making everything tremble until he was twenty spears away.Bum - bum - bum!The dirt floor that the mysterious figure stepped on also left deep shoe tread marks, hollowed out in the ground.The whole stall then turned to look at the figure who had just arrived. He was a man wearing a shirt with big sleeves, the color was bright blue. There was an embroidered picture of a thin mist of cucumber with a mountain background at night."Night Mist Sect," hissed the voices of several people who were martial arts practitioners.The man's hair was tied up high in a topknot, neatly pinned up using opaque silver hairpins, almost the same color as his long robe. His hair was so neatly arranged that not a

"Tell me who ordered you to spread the news about the Sun and Moon Sword?" A cold voice came from the figure wielding the spear.Guo Jiang forced himself to cover his mouth so he wouldn't scream when he saw the spearhead in the blue-clothed figure's hand pierce the storyteller's neck.The pleading voice returned."I-I'll talk. But please don't kill me. I feel sorry for myself. I'm just an errand boy," Fang Ma whimpered bitterly. His face was clearly horrified.The voice of the speared figure grew colder, sounding vicious and intimidating. He said,"Then, speak honestly. I'm an impatient person..." Guo Jiang imagined Fang Ma's fear."Tell me correctly. Who is the character behind your fairy tale? Remember, I'm impatient; too much rambling will cause the spearhead to enter the trunk of your neck!"Guo Jiang had only been living in the wastelands, deep in the bowels of the earth. In all the time his family had lived in society, he had never met such vile people as the practitioners he ha

Morning was approaching, but the sun had yet to rise. The sky was still dim, wrapped in a thin fog. Guo Jiang, who had now changed his name to Huang Jiang, hurried to the storeroom on the spirit ship, gathering the tools necessary for his job of cleaning the decks.That night, he slept in the same room as his workmate, a 14-year-old named Xing Hu. Xing Hu had been working for over a year on the Murong Clan's World-Crossing Spirit Ship.According to Xing Hu, this Spirit Vessel was not only used for the benefit of the Murong Clan; it was also often rented out to wealthy practitioners from the Wu Lim World or prosperous merchants in Tansan City for trade trips.Because they often served VIP guests, all the cabin crew of the World Crosser were required to work diligently with excellent results."I'm sure you'll get used to this job," Xing Hu said.That night, the two talked a lot and exchanged ideas about Xing Hu's work experience. He taught Guo Jiang what to do from morning until afterno