Over half a month later.0

Han Li's duo had arrived at a rippling lake, and they were hovering in the sky above it, looking ahead with tightly furrowed brows.0

The space there had been severed once again, and the entire area was filled with countless spatial rifts. Even the lake down below had been sliced into two, and on the edge was an invisible barrier that resembled a wall of water.0

On the other side of the spatial rifts was a moderate-sized landmass and a series of independent mountains that had dense clusters of white jade palaces on them. However, most of them were displaying signs of damage, and some of the mountains had even mostly crumbled away.0

As he gazed upon the floating mountains and the white plaza, a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, and right as he was trying to figure out where he had seen it before, Immortal Lord Hot Flame's voice suddenly rang out beside him.1

"It looks like we won't be able to continue any further, Fellow Daoist Li. We may have to find another path."1

"Do you recall what place that landmass used to be, Fellow Daoist Hot Flame?" Han Li asked.0

Immortal Lord Hot Flame faltered slightly upon hearing this, then stared at the landmass for a moment before replying in a hesitant voice, "I think that was the Twin Birth Palace of Senior Martial Uncle Mu Yan....0