Cloud-Splitting Soul Arrow!
Blinding light dazzled Mu Yang, prompting him to involuntarily close his eyes. When he reopened them, the scenery before him underwent a sudden transformation, and the luminous space vanished, replaced by a steep peak.
The mountain peak soared to great heights, with rugged rocks and a pinnacle that could accommodate only one person. Beyond that was a sheer cliff drop. Mu Yang now stood atop this peak, surveying his surroundings. His complexion turned grim.
Being in this location allowed no room for movement; any step in any direction would lead to a fall into the abyss. In other words, the area Mu Yang was currently in was a deadly trap!
While Mu Yang pondered how to cope with this predicament, his gaze suddenly froze. He observed in the distance a white-robed old man suspended in mid-air, seemingly standing on the summit of clouds. His appearance exuded an ethereal aura, with flowing hair and an otherworldly demeanor.