Having left the Imperial Heaven Sect, Huang Liang headed north.
The further he traveled, the more uneasy he felt—a premonition of an impending disaster seemed to loom in the darkness.
Looking northward, it was as if a bloody light soared to the sky, and the wails of wronged souls arose. Several times over a few days, he cast divinations, each foretelling a great catastrophe.
What on earth had happened in the north…?
Before his master had passed away, he had clearly sensed something, but at that time, the elderly master was on the brink of death and had no time to explain things in detail before he departed this world.
If it weren't for that, Huang Liang wouldn't have insisted on making the trip to the north.
Because in that direction, only a place like Sky Ravine could have caught the attention of his master.
Unlike ordinary cultivators from the Soaring Dragon World, those from a powerful sect like Huang Liang's knew some secrets.
