"Ancestor, something big has happened."
After seeing everyone leave, Huang Xiyuan's expression finally improved somewhat. But just then, the Great Elder, who had only left moments ago, hurried back in, his face filled with shock.
"Speak!"
Huang Xiyuan frowned and spat out a single word. His mood was already terrible, and now the Great Elder had run back claiming something major had happened. How could he possibly be in a good mood?
"Ancestor, news has come back that the great formation around the outskirts of the Mount of the Gods has vanished. Many cultivators are now heading there, and even many demonic beasts are migrating."
"Among the other seventeen great sacred lands of Maha Prefecture, experts have already set out for the Mount of the Gods. There are even rumors that an inheritance secret realm has emerged within the mountain range, which is why the formation around its outskirts disappeared."
"Ancestor, should we also head to the Mount of the Gods?"
The Great Elder could no longer worry about Huang Xiyuan's foul mood. He began relaying all the news he had just received. Vaguely, he suspected that Zheng Cangnan's death might be connected to the Mount of the Gods.
"What? Is this news reliable?"
Huang Xiyuan's body jolted. Rising to his feet, he urgently questioned the Great Elder. Never mind whether some inheritance had appeared in the Mount of the Gods—just the sudden disappearance of the formation around its outskirts was enough to prove that something must have happened within the mountain range.
No one knew how long the Mount of the Gods had existed, but no one had ever been able to enter it. Even if no inheritance had emerged, such an immense span of time would have been enough for countless spiritual materials and all manner of treasures