Holy Spirit Seven Views

On Mogu Peak, inside a mountain cave.

In a corner, the youth sleeping soundly on a straw mat seemed to be having some nightmare, his brows tightly furrowed.

Big Bro~

The youth slept uneasily and turned over in a daze.

Big Bro?

Lu Ran abruptly opened his eyes.

The sight before him left him somewhat confused. Sunset light streamed through the cave entrance and fell into the cavern.

Within the shafts of light, drifting sand and dust could vaguely be seen.

Lu Ran's eyes gradually regained focus, and he finally remembered where he was.

Over the past fifty or sixty days, he had fought in every direction and wandered throughout the Mountain Realm.

Today, he might spend the night in a snow forest wracked by wind and snow; tomorrow, he might hide in the Soul Locking Mountain region shrouded in gray mist.

Compared to those places, he had visited the northwestern desert most often.

This isolated Mogu Peak possessed a distinctive air of its own.

Desolate and lonely.

There was no need to worry about encountering any living creature.

That was why Lu Ran liked this place. If he saw no one, then naturally, he saw no sorrowful stories.

It was a little like self-deception.

Holy Spirit Mountain was slowly returning to its former order.

Batches upon batches of human disciples were thrown in. Small gangs and famous great sects were rebuilt one after another.

Then they were destroyed one after another, and people died in batches.

The same old path, walked again.

Compared to before, conditions for survival on Holy Spirit Mountain had become even harsher, because Heaven Realm Executioners now patrolled this place.

There was no reasoning with such people.

It was like a person walking down the road and seeing several ants crawling on the ground.

It