Early the next morning, as the twin suns crawled sluggishly over the edge of the cursed plains, Su Xiaobai and the squad set out.
Their target?
Yaoguang Valley.
Also known by those who feared to speak its name aloud as—
"Valley of the Light."
A place where the soil glowed with forbidden memory. Where legends said the Lost City slept beneath the bones of light-path gods, bathed in an aura that even corrupt Qi couldn't swallow.
Everyone came with different goals.
Su Xiaobai wasn't fooled by the so-called "treasure hunt."
He had already noticed something off. A quiet connection between Shi Yan and Lan Tian—something beneath the surface, like bloodline resonance or repressed sect marriage vows.
Relatives? Allies? Cult siblings with matching trauma tattoos?
Whatever it was, he didn't stop it.
Why?
Because when the heavens gift you a fire, you don't piss on it, you add oil, let chaos bloom, let the storm dance, and then? Walk through it like you lit it yourself.
