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At this moment, the autumn clouds of the Dragon Spring Villa filled the sky, as if it was a fairy tale. The dawn in the east dyed all the clouds pink, blooming one by one in the clear and handsome Volkswagen Mountain range.

Although this place was an outer wasteland with mountains and rivers everywhere, a large plain could be seen three days further north. However, during these three days of travel, he would have to cross the Eighth Peak of the Sixteenth Mountain. It was extremely steep. There were many ancient beasts there, and none of the people who went there had ever returned. It was said that there were many ancient beast gangs hidden there, and that the Beastmen and the Elven Guardian had a long period of confrontation.

However, these were just legends, passed down from story to story. As for whether or not there were any of these things, they were not sure. After passing through the eight peaks and sixteen mountains, one would reach the Gu Yue Plains. That place already had a thousand years of history. Because the Gu Yue Plains relied on the Xialai River, the river waters flowed all year round, and the land was fertile, giving birth to a thousand years of fame.

This was because in the Great Central Region and the southern side of the sect world, people had very little understanding of the world there. They collectively called it the Southern Wasteland.

The story of the Southern Wasteland was recorded in the historical records. In the ancient era when the Purple Clouds Sect expanded towards the south, it had once fought against the powerful opponents of the eight peaks and 16 mountains, but in the end, it all ended in failure. They would always use unexpected methods to seal off the ancient weapons of the sect world, preventing them from displaying their powerful strength. Thus, after suffering such a heavy blow, the Purple Clouds Sect had never again expanded towards the Southern Wasteland.

The Southern Wasteland's Eight Peaks Sixteen Mountains also recorded the Purple Dawn Sect's invasion into the annals of history. However, they disdained becoming enemies with the Purple Clouds Sect in the north. Therefore, they did not hold a grudge after repelling the Purple Clouds Sect. They had only cultivated in the depths of the mountains for the past few years, and did not care about the affairs of the world.

It was said that each of the Beastmen had reached the pinnacle of perfection. In the long period of time when they had to fight against the Guardian Elves, the Elves had also created their own powerful Elven Power System. The two of them balanced each other out and for thousands of years, they never broke this stalemate.

However, the reverence they felt towards the Gu Yue Plains had reached a point where they were terrified of the wind. Actually, no one else knew why such a powerful race of the eight peaks would fear the power of the Gu Yue Plains. This point was also unknown.

Further north from the valley, there was a handsome and steep mountain range. Its name was the Fu Niu Mountain Range, and it stretched for thousands of miles. It was a beautiful mountain valley that neither arrogant nor arrogant gave birth to Qingyang City, the outer sect world, nor some people from the Demon race.

As for Qingyang City, it was the city at the foot of the mountain at the easternmost point of the Volcano Mountain Range. The most developed and wealthiest merchants, hunters, and members of the sect were gathered here. However, it was very strange. They could get along very well in this place. Perhaps it was because they had a common interest to restrain themselves, so no conflicts would easily occur.

When Jun Linyue had just arrived, he had only glanced at Qingyang City roughly and hadn't spoken to a single person, let alone understood this place. But he was really interested in those wolf-fanged weapons, those heavy swords that shone with light, and the iron swords that came out of the brazier. He was still thinking of playing around with it when he had the chance.

What fascinated him even more was those middle-aged men with full beards holding iron hammers, yelling out words that he could not understand and being generous.