"They set up an array on Seven Kings Ridge. Any visitor could only climb the mountain in their true body."
Qingqiu had temporarily built a pavilion for the human envoys, nestled in a forest not far from the Demon Race settlement. Through the screen of dense woods, they could see Seven Kings Ridge in the distance.
Since many demons still harbored hostility toward humans, having Chu Liang and the others stay outside the demon encampment also prevented some unfriendly incidents. The ring of demon guards outside was clearly meant to stop demons from charging in, and for people like Chu Liang, those guards could not possibly serve any monitoring purpose.
From every angle, Caiyi's arrangements had been exceedingly thorough.
But there was one problem: they still could not go see the Demon God.
A restriction had been placed over Seven Kings Ridge. It was supposedly to prevent anyone from offending the Demon God, and the grand array shrouding the mountains would sever any avatar or puppet that entered from its connection to its true body.
In other words, one had to climb the mountain in person.
The human delegation therefore gathered outside to discuss whether they should visit the Demon God tomorrow.
There was some logic to the Demon Race's method. After all, every faction now wished to pry into the Demon God's condition, and this array could block most attempts at spying. Unless someone came in person, willing to stake their life just to investigate the Demon God's state—would anyone truly dare?
But for Chu Liang, this restriction was somewhat delicate.
"They clearly want to harm you," Lin Bei said bluntly.
Everyone knew that the beginning of Penglai Supreme Sect's downfall had been when Chu Liang moved about within his own mountain gate using avatars, ruthlessly playing Daoist Cangsheng