Though Lanlin Province was remote, its natural landscape was remarkably peculiar.

Pillar-like stone peaks hung suspended in mid-air, a forest of a thousand needles. The chasm beneath those floating mountains was a terrifying forbidden zone composed entirely of black ash. 

Even flying thousands of zhang high in the sky, Li Fan could still feel the unsettling, heart-gripping aura that occasionally wafted up from below.

Standing on the Dust-Crossing Boat, Huangfu Song surveyed the scenery below, his expression also shifting. "What a desolate, backwater place.

"Compared to this hellhole, the Searing Wastes of Ten Thousand Li we saw earlier hardly counts as treacherous."

Hearing this, Li Fan also peered down toward the chasm's depths.

Within the ocean of pitch-black ash, one could still see the scattered,...