Surrounded by jagged mountains that loomed like crouching, savage beasts, Du Bufan followed the direction indicated by the Flame Sparrow, treading carefully. The surrounding peaks stood like silent, primordial giants, their shadows casting a dark shroud over the land. A gloomy, oppressive atmosphere pressed in on him like a physical weight. Du Bufan’s gaze was sharp, like a cold star flickering in the night sky, as he vigilantly scanned his surroundings. "A bizarre and sinister energy permeates this place," he mused to himself, "as if countless hidden eyes are watching from the shadows. The Zaohua Sect is clearly no ordinary place; it is a den of tigers and dragons. I must be extremely cautious and avoid falling into any treacherous ambush."
Before long, the imposing mountain gate of the Zaohua Sect came into view. The clouds and mist before the gate were as thick as ink, churning and roiling in a chaotic scene reminiscent of the dawn of time. A gray hue, like the cloak of death, stained the entire world with a grim haze. From time to time, purple lightning tore through the sky like an enraged dragon, its piercing glare acting like a sword that illuminated the sky for a fleeting moment, followed by muffled thunder that roared like a primordial beast. The sound reverberated violently through the valley, stinging the eardrums and threatening to shake the very soul from one’s body. Du Bufan frowned, feeling a surge of displeasure. "To put on such a terrifying display," he thoug…
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