After leaving the Valley of No Life, Qi Yun did not head straight back to the Wuji Holy Sect's Mountain Gate, deep in the Northwest.
Although the grand drama that had stirred two domains had come to a temporary close, the ripples and undercurrents it created were far from settled.
He traveled west, passing through increasingly desolate and ancient mountain ranges.
This place was far from civilization, with not even a trace of other Cultivators. Only the primordial mountain winds howled, scraping across iron-gray, rugged cliffs and creating vast, echoing sounds.
Qi Yun moved unhurriedly, sometimes riding the wind to survey the lay of the mountains, other times stopping atop a peak to observe the flow of Earth Qi.
His Deep Blue Daoist Robe was like a lone boat against the wild backdrop, yet he stood as steady as a mountain.
