In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

The morning mist was like a veil, wrapping around every inch of grass and trees in the valley, shrouding the entire world in a hazy green.

Li Zimo stood quietly on the mountaintop, his dark robe fluttering gently in the morning breeze. His gaze pierced through the mist, following the receding white figure.

Leng Yuening's skirt was like falling snow petals, appearing and disappearing in the lush forest, and finally blending into the lushness of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Only when the white color completely disappeared from his sight did Li Zimo retract his gaze and turn to walk down the mountain.

Inside the wooden house, the aroma of stewed snow chicken with lingering mushrooms still lingered in the air.

On the bluestone beside the stream, Leng Yuening's plain white inner garment washed by her parents was soaked with morning dew, and a few pink cherry blossom petals stuck to the hem of the garment, like marks left there deliberately.

Li Zimo folded the clothes carefully and put them together with the unopened letter into the storage ring.

He glanced around the room—the clay pot on the stove still bore signs of use, the needlework beside the rush mat was scattered in disorder, everything seemed to indicate that the owner was only away temporarily.

"It's time to go." Li Zimo whispered to himself, then stepped into the air and flew towards the land of Hundred Sects.

Since Leng Yuening's goal is also to destroy the Lieyan Sect and the Jinlei Sect, then they will meet again one day.

When the outline of the Ten Thousand Mountains gradually blurred behind him, Li Zimo landed outside a city near the former site of the Qingshuang Sword Sect.

This was once Qingshuang City, but now everything has changed. He flicked his fingertips and activated the communication talisman of Yunyou Tianfu.

As the talisman flickered, two figures gradually emerged:

Yu Linglong was dressed in a green dress, holding the sixth-rank spiritual weapon Qingshuang Sword. The word "Qingshuang" on the sword tassel shone with a cool light in the morning light.

Yu Kexin was wearing light purple tights, the frost sword in her hand was shining with cold light, and her eyes were filled with both anticipation and vigilance.

"Young Master, have we arrived at the land of the Hundred Sects?" Yu Linglong grabbed Li Zimo's sleeve as soon as she landed, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Li Zimo nodded and pointed to the distance: "That is Qingshuang Pass. After passing this pass, you will reach the location of your former sect."

Yu Kexin looked in the direction and asked softly, "Aunt, grandpa, grandma, parents, and the people from the sect... Is there anyone still alive?"

Yu Linglong's fingertips tightened unconsciously, and her eyes turned slightly red: "There must be, we will definitely find them."

The three of them walked along the overgrown path, where they could occasionally see rusty weapons and dried black bloodstains.

Halfway through the journey, Li Zimo suddenly raised his hand to signal.

In the woods ahead, four disciples wearing the Flame Sect's iconic red robes were patrolling. The word "Flame" on the token on the leader's waist was particularly eye-catching.

"Where did this unruly cultivator come from? How dare you trespass into the territory of the Lieyan Sect!" The captain shouted as he saw the three of them. When he glanced at Yu Linglong, a hint of lust flashed in his eyes. "This young lady is very beautiful. Why don't you follow me back to Fenhuo Mountain? I guarantee you will enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

As he said this, he reached out to grab Yu Linglong's wrist.

A cold light flashed in Yu Linglong's eyes, and the pressure of the ninth level of Wu Zong erupted instantly.

The moment the Qingshuang Sword was unsheathed, the sharp sword energy rushed straight to the captain's throat: "A lackey of the Lieyan Sect, do you think you are worthy of touching me?"

Captain Canghou retreated, his face filled with horror: "You...you are Wuzong?!"

Seeing this, the other three disciples immediately drew their swords and attacked, but Yu Kexin waved them away and turned them into flying ashes.

Li Zimo stood quietly aside, observing the two men's display of strength with calm eyes.

When Yu Linglong's sword was pressed against the captain's throat, Li Zimo finally spoke: "Leave him alive and get some information."

Yu Linglong finally suppressed her murderous intent and asked in a cold voice, "After the Qingshuang Sword Sect's mountain gate was breached, were there any other survivors?"

The captain trembled all over, cold sweat soaking his back. "Don't... don't kill me! I say! After the Qingshuang Sword Sect was destroyed, most of the remaining disciples were hunted down. I heard that some fled to Luoxia City, and some... joined the Dark Palace!"

"Dark Palace?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Yu Linglong's eyes.

"It's... an organization specifically designed to fight against the Fiery Flame Sect and the Golden Thunder Sect. The leader is said to be a powerful woman, and the members of the Dark Hall have all been persecuted by the two major sects..."

"Is there anyone still alive from the Qingshuang Sword Sect's leader's lineage?"

"I heard... I heard some of them were captured and imprisoned in the dungeon... I'm just a small character, I really don't know anything more!"

"Waste!" Yu Linglong spit out sword energy, and the captain was instantly reduced to ashes.

She turned to Li Zimo and said, "Sir, could the Dark Palace be our ally?"

Li Zimo paused for a moment and said, "It's possible. Let's go to Luoxia City first to gather information and find your senior sisters."

As the sun set, the three of them arrived at Luoxia City.

Although people come and go in the city, there is a sense of oppression everywhere.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street had the logo of the Flame Sect hanging in front of their doors, and the patrolling disciples glanced at the passers-by with sinister eyes.

Occasionally, one could hear diners whispering, "I heard the Dark Hall burned down the Flame Sect's spiritual herb warehouse again... The three major sects are searching for Dark Hall members..."

Yu Linglong chose a secluded inn to stay in. As soon as she sat down, she heard the conversation at the neighboring table:

"Have you heard? The Dark Palace's master is a woman, and she actually killed the Martial King Elder of the Golden Thunder Sect a few days ago!"

"Not only that! It is said that there are still many former members of the Qingshuang Sword Sect in the Dark Hall..."

Yu Linglong suddenly grabbed Li Zimo's hand: "Master! It must be the sisters! They must be in the Dark Hall!"

Li Zimo nodded and called over a waiter, handing him a high-grade spirit stone. "Little Second Brother, do you know how to contact the Dark Palace? We have something important to discuss with them."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the inn looked at them sideways.

In this city controlled by the Flame Sect, anyone who so blatantly inquires about the Dark Palace must be either extremely powerful or ignorant of the consequences.

The waiter looked around and lowered his voice, "Sir, the Dark Palace contact point is extremely secretive. You need a 'Cold Pattern Token' to enter. This token is only issued to those who have been persecuted by the three major sects. Usually, the Dark Palace takes the initiative to contact..."

Seeing that they could not get any more information, the three of them left the inn after a simple meal.

As soon as I went out, I noticed someone following me.

They deliberately turned into a secluded alley, and three men with swords immediately followed.

"Stop!" the leading man shouted, his sword already drawn three-quarters of its sheath. "What were you trying to do by snooping around the Dark Palace in the inn?"

Li Zimo slowly turned around and looked at the three small shrimps in front of him who were only martial artists. His eyes were calm and said, "What does this have to do with you?"

The man sneered, the red robes of the Flame Sect particularly glaring in the twilight: "In Luoxia City, there is nothing that the Flame Sect cannot control!"

The two companions beside him had already spread out, forming a triangle to surround the three of them.