After leaving the eerie forest, Grace and her group followed the elderly man's directions and headed southeast.

The deeper they went into the grove, the denser the fog became. The leaves no longer rustled with their pleasant sound. Instead, an unsettling stillness hung in the air. The faint, fresh scent of the woods carried an underlying trace of something sickly sweet.

"Ms. Linsor, can we really trust what that elderly man said?" Judith asked, lowering her voice and glancing around warily.

Grace shook her head, her expression tense. "It's hard to tell, but this is the only clue we have," she replied.

If Dustin, a terrestrial immortal realm powerhouse, hadn't been with them, she never would have dared take the risk.

After about an hour of walking, they finally spotted the deep canyon that the elderly man had told them about.

The entrance was narrow, flanked by towering black cliffs that seemed to have been carved with giant blades. Not a single plant grew on the barren rock walls