The next morning, Jiang Ting, Yan Ping, Yan Yao, and Mei Lin ventured deeper into the Valley of the Ancients. The air was thick with spiritual energy, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to hum with ancient power. As they moved through the dense foliage, they encountered signs of a once-great civilization: crumbling stone structures, worn statues, and intricate carvings depicting scenes of battles and rituals.
"This place is incredible," Yan Ping whispered, her eyes wide with awe. "You can feel the history all around us."
Jiang Ting nodded, his senses on high alert. "Stay focused. We don't know what kind of dangers we might encounter here."
Mei Lin led the way, her knowledge of the valley proving invaluable. "According to legend, a peak stage body forging realm cultivator once made this valley his home. His legacy and power still linger here."