The Magic Treasure Flying Ship slowly descended into a valley.
The West Sea Sect cultivators, Wang Chen among them, filed out as the cabin door opened automatically.
The valley lay hidden deep within the mountains. Strange peaks rose all around, blanketed in lush, ancient forest, with not a trace of human habitation in sight.
A wind swept through the valley, carrying the roars of unknown beasts from afar.
Wang Chen instinctively spread out his Divine Sense and swept the surroundings, finding no threats for the moment.
But he would never lower his guard because of that.
Taiwu Mountain stretched across tens of thousands of miles, rich in spiritual energy and resources, yet it belonged to no immortal sect.
This was, in truth, the territory of Demonic Beasts!
It was said that powerful Demon Kings lurked in the deepest reaches of the mountain range—beings even Nascent Soul True Immortals did not dare underestimate.
Fortunately, the area where the Azure Heaven Secret Realm was emerging lay on the outskirts of Taiwu Mountain. Encountering a Great Demon here was no easy matter; otherwise, how would a group of Qi Refining and Purple Mansion cultivators like them dare come here to risk their lives?
Even so, anyone who thought they could run wild here without restraint would be gravely mistaken!
Over the centuries, the Great Demons and Demon Kings of Taiwu Mountain had long reached an unspoken understanding with the great sects.
Low- and mid-level cultivators could hunt, gather, and adventure in the mountain's non-core regions. So long as they did not go too far or engage in such schemes as draining the pond to catch all the fish, they would not invite a crushing blow from above.
Correspondingly, cultivators at the Golden Core and Nascent Soul levels could not easily set foot in