"Qin Xingyu has entered the Mount of the Gods. Are we still going after him?"
Seeing Qin Xingyu fall into the Mount of the Gods, one of the black-clad men asked the other. Fearing the Mount of the Gods, they were unwilling to enter even its outermost region.
"Any cultivator who enters the Mount of the Gods is doomed beyond doubt. Besides, that brat was wounded by us. He definitely can't walk out alive."
"When we return, we can just say we killed him. But to prevent him from somehow escaping, let's wait outside for three hours first."
"Fine!"
After reaching an agreement, the two hid themselves. They were certain Qin Xingyu could not possibly come out alive, for even those in the Dao Origin Realm would only meet their deaths upon entering.
Qin Xingyu was merely at the mid-stage Spirit Platform Realm, and he had been severely wounded by them. How could he possibly survive?
Yet after roughly the time it took to burn half an incense stick, the two black-clad men who had just hidden themselves emerged again. After exchanging a glance, they swiftly flew into the Mount of the Gods.
After flying into the Mount of the Gods, the two black-clad men stopped again. Once they carefully sensed their surroundings, a trace of disbelief flashed through both their eyes.
"Wasn't there supposed to be a terrifying formation around the outskirts of the Mount of the Gods? Why does it seem like the formation is gone now?"
No cultivator knew what exactly lay within the Mount of the Gods. Cultivators of the Qianhua Dao Realm only knew that there was a terrifying grand formation around its outskirts.
Any cultivator or demonic beast that trespassed into the Mount of the Gods would die within that grand formation. They had