Seven Realms, Nine Provinces Continent, Blue Province.
Sparkling rain continued to fall, wetting the surrounding environment as it slid down the leaves and poured on the ground.
As far as the eye could see, the mountains and rivers seemed connected, looking like a beautiful painting.
In the rain, three figures silently appeared, breaking the silence.
"Wow, so beautiful!"
Killing Dao's eyes lit up as she praised.
As a "divine artifact" that had stayed in the Yin World for hundreds of thousands of years, Killing Dao was now filled with curiosity towards anything in the outside world. She was simply like a child and was extremely happy.
Unfortunately, that rough voice of hers really ruined her beauty.
"Uh… By the way, Master, what are we doing here?"
Killing Dao turned to look at Qin Jue.
"Ahem, I'm trying to think of a way to return to the Inner Realm first."