Tens of thousands of layers of formations had opened up an incomparably vast space within this ancient Yanhuang relic.
The sword-shaped Sacred Mountain appeared before Li Tianming like a colossal pillar holding up the heavens, countless times larger than the Boundless Realm Monument from back then!
It was shrouded in golden-black mist, its full form impossible to discern—a divine dragon whose head could be seen but whose tail remained hidden!
That golden-black mist was, in truth, Yanhuang Nether Essence as well.
Though it was not viscous, it was easier to absorb, and its destructive power was actually less formidable.
However, according to Gusu Su, the Sacred Mountain contained many natural dangers and traps. The dangers within were certainly greater than those in the mud outside.
When Li Tianming saw the Sacred Mountain, the Eastern Emperor Sword in his hand reacted even more strongly. Yet the many formations upon the Sacred Mountain had a sealing effect, creating a barrier between it and the Eastern Emperor Sword.
"I wonder what it will take to absorb this Sacred Mountain back into the Eastern Emperor Sword? Don't tell me I'll have to break these formations?" Li Tianming secretly guessed.
"Xiaofeng, what are you thinking about? If you regret this now, there's still time. This place truly isn't suitable for a half-step Eonic God to enter," Gusu Su said one final time.
"I've already made my decision." Li Tianming nodded.
"Fine... then let's go to the entrance."
The so-called entrance was located at the hilt of the Sacred Mountain. There was an entrance to the formations there, and from afar, quite a few people seemed to have gathered around it.
Standing here, they could no longer see the Sacred Mountain in its entirety. They could only vaguely make out an exceedingly steep peak within the