Longevity Peak.
Among Shushan's thousand peaks stood a small mountain less than a hundred li in circumference. Yet its base was carved with densely packed runes and diagrams—some several zhang across, others as tiny as ants. But regardless of their size, every one of these runes was equally profound and ancient. Some rune diagrams faintly revealed the mysteries of the sun, moon, and stars in their courses; some faintly revealed the mysteries of human cultivation and the nurturing of life; others disclosed the bloody, savage fiendish blaze of ancient demon gods.
This mountain floated in midair above most of Shushan's peaks. Dense clusters of palaces and towers had been built upon it, lending it the splendor of a flourishing age, blooming like a riot of flowers.
This Longevity Peak was one of Shushan's five great forbidden grounds.
In truth, even if Longevity Peak had not been designated a forbidden ground, there were few in all of Shushan who could enter it.
Anyone who had cultivated Daoist Arts would feel heart-palpitating ripples of magical power upon approaching Longevity Peak.
These ripples differed from every Shushan art. They brimmed with destruction, brutality, and the grim killing aura of slaughter, as though what floated in the air was not a small mountain, but a bloodthirsty ancient fiend god!
This mighty, ferocious fluctuation of magical power shot thousands of zhang into the sky like a pillar of flame, and even the howling high-altitude astral winds could not disperse it. The fluctuation came from a transparent, eggshell-shaped formation enveloping the mountain. From its sheer imposing aura alone, one could tell just how powerful the formation enclosing the peak was.
It felt as if even a heaven-bracing giant, using a secret art cultivated to its utmost height to gather heaven-and-earth essence and all his own cultivation