Dark clouds covered the sunlight, making the black fine chained mask covering Gong Tingjue’s face seem even more overcast and vicious.

While looking at the dark clouds drifting above the giant mountain range’s ridge, the corners of his lips under the mask curled upwards slightly. He slowly walked up to the cliff ahead, looking at that valley entrance that could only allow a few carriages to pass through, saying to himself, “Even though there is no radiance to be seen… the world in the darkness also has rules.”

Behind him were six cultivators whose presence was clearly different from ordinary warriors, as well as more than five hundred troops holding all types of bladed weapons.

The giant resting dragon like mountain range up ahead was the Dragon Snake Mountain Range.

Even though Yunqin Empire was this world’s most massive and most prosperous empire in the last few decades, there was naturally no way it could bring this wealth and radiance to every corner of the empire.

There were many places in this massive empire that were uncultivated.

In this Dragon Snake Border Pass, there were always troops stationed here, and since there were cave barbarians that attacked every winter, that was why in this long eastern border, there weren’t many towns and cities, no residents, not much of a society to speak of.

However, since Great Desolate Swamp had abundant resources and also because of the great benefits one could obtain in this place that didn’t seem to have much human activity, there were actually many people roaming about outside the empire’s order and society.

Gong Tingjue felt like he was the king of this lightless empire.

In the past few decades, the bandits, some businesses that secretly took bribes and even the border...