"Hey, hey, hey! Let's share memories, let me see what you're thinking. You've stepped right into an obvious trap." The blue bird chirped as it flew above Su Huanian's head.

"No!" Su Huanian's voice was cold and clear.

She carefully observed the formation surrounding her. She had been trapped here for several hours. Two months ago, the Qingyuan Sect discovered that the wasteland of Hechuan Mountain in Qingcheng had unexpectedly opened.

The wasteland of Hechuan was home to soul beasts.