Chapter 200 Liangsheng Valley

　　Fang Changheng, at Dong Qifeng's request, ventured once again into the frigid expanse of Liangsheng Valley, despite his reluctance rooted in his father's dying words, which forbade him from entering. His father had sealed the land to prevent the monsters within from resurfacing and wreaking havoc on humanity. Yet, how could he turn a blind eye to the plea of his beloved junior brother?　　With no viable alternative, Fang knew he must honor his father's wishes to the extent possible. He formulated a plan: he would go, and if he could persuade anyone to leave with him, so much the better; if not, he would at least do his utmost and have peace of mind.　　Familiar with the terrain, Fang Changheng traversed mountains and valleys with ease, his body transforming into a wisp of smoke, ultimately arriving at the entrance of the Ice Mist Ancient Forest. His mastery of the "Qingyan Technique" surpassed even Dong Qifeng's and far outstripped the late Qing Tu's, let alone Qing Hu's.　　As he approached the ancient forest, caution mounted. The forest's perimeter was guarded by the Ink River, a treacherous expanse of water over thirty meters wide, impassable without a foothold, and beneath its murky surface lurked a mud that devoured all life, leaving no trace behind. Worse still, a veil of mist hovered above the river, deadly to anyone who dared touch it.　　Scanning meticulously, Fang arrived at the Ink River. From afar, little seemed to have changed, yet the sight still evoked a sense of revulsion. Glancing towards Hunter's Village, he noted with sadness that the ruins and abandoned houses had doubled, and the population dwindled. Among the few figures visible, he spotted two children.　　Sighing softly, Fang transformed once more into smoke, effortlessly gliding over the Ink River. Amidst this feat, a curiosity arose—why were there patches of black-and-white lotus flowers sprouting along the riverbank, leading up to the heart of the ancient forest? These flowers, appearing every dozen paces or so, piqued his suspicion.　　"Could it be that the ancient sorcery of the Witchdoctor Celestial Mast