They encountered a few human cultivators along the way. Some of them traveled alone, while others teamed up to search for treasures.
Han Muye and the others didn't want to provoke others, and the others weren't in the mood to communicate with them.
This was the norm when cultivators met in the wild.
As for those who took the initiative to strike up a conversation in the wild, they either had ulterior motives or were tired of living.
"We're here."
After crossing a 30,000-foot mountain, Patriarch Tao Ran narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.
Han Muye looked up ahead.
The mass of ridges and peaks undulated like dragons.
In their midst were dilapidated palaces.
Only broken walls remained of these palaces.
But standing on the peak, one could see the magnificence of this place.
There was no end to it.
Han Muye had seen these palaces before.