The handsome man, Bai Chan, forced himself to endure the weakness from his body’s reconstruction. Turning into a dim white light, he flew southeast toward a hidden valley. Under the moonlight, his figure no longer carried the graceful, immortal aura of before, but instead looked somewhat panicked and disheveled. Passing through layers of primeval forest shrouded in eerie mist, and skimming over swamps that radiated dangerous auras, he finally reached his destination. The valley entrance was concealed by thick vines and oddly shaped stalagmites. Without knowing the path, one would never discover it. Bai Chan chanted an obscure incantation under his breath. At his fingertip, he barely managed to gather a faint glow of light, which he pressed into the air. Ripples spread outward. The vines and stalagmites twisted like illusions and vanished, revealing a narrow cave entrance that could admit only a single person. The cave was deep. On both sides of the passage, strange gemstones embe...