In the vast Kunlun Mountain, Lin Chuan was undergoing a trial of blood and fire.
Lin Chuan spent a night in the forest, and early the next morning, he continued on the path to the depths of Kunlun Mountain with his two small companions. The deeper they went, the denser the forest became, and eventually, there was no path at all.
After passing through a patch of forest, a lake appeared ahead. The lake was not large, and the water was very clear. Not far from the opposite shore of the lake stood a towering peak that seemed to pierce the clouds.
The peak was covered in snow, while below, the lake's surface rippled with clear waves, surrounded by lush green grass, creating a dazzling spectacle.
This was a lake Lin Chuan had visited before, and he wondered how he ended up here again. The two small companions, especially Xiao Ling, seemed to feel a strange sense of dread about this place.
