The party stayed at the Mountain Lord Temple for two days.
Though no one wanted to remain in this perilous place haunted by Evil Spirits, nine people had died this time, while dozens more were injured. Several cultivators were grievously wounded, and they could not simply be abandoned.
The Defense Array in the main hall had been activated to its strongest state, yet it could not give anyone the slightest sense of safety.
Such a defensive formation could not ward off the invasion of Evil Spirits. Otherwise, so many cultivators would not have been lured out of the hall earlier, only to be sucked dry into desiccated corpses.
The party's morale had fallen to rock bottom.
Quite a few people had begun to harbor resentment toward the ferrymen of the Mountain Crossing Society.
Three thousand Purple Mansion cultivators and ten thousand Qi Condensation cultivators—they had paid a steep price, only to suffer blow after blow along the way. Not only had they lost men, but everyone's supplies had also been heavily depleted.
Pills, Talismans, Magic Tools...
If the ferrymen themselves had not suffered such terrible casualties, someone would likely have stepped forward to question them already.
Amid an eerie atmosphere, the mountain-crossing party arrived at the foot of White Hair Peak.
White Hair Peak had an ordinary name, even a rather vulgar one, but this towering peak that pierced the clouds was the final checkpoint on the way to the West Sea Spirit Domain.
As long as they crossed White Hair Peak, they could enter the West Sea Spirit Domain!
"Fellow Daoists..."
The cultivator surnamed Xu, who had been leading the way, stopped and said gravely, "You will have to cross White Hair Peak ahead on your own. We can only accompany you this far."
The moment his words fell,