Obsidian Source

A figure soon appeared outside a desolate valley at the base of the magnificent Iron Mountain. It was Ji Fang, An ugly expression marred his face, betraying his inner turmoil and dissatisfaction.

With a simple flick of his hand, a door materialized in the heart of the desolate and barren valley.

Sighing heavily, weariness etched into every line of his face, Ji Fang stepped over the threshold and found himself transported once again into the secret realm.

Without wasting a moment, Ji Fang settled onto the ground, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He entered a deep state of meditation, allowing his consciousness to dive into the depths of his soul.

After what felt like an eternity, Ji Fang released a long exhale, causing dark green vapors to emanate from every pore of his body. The vapors swirled around him, carrying an aura of hatred and regret.