Formerly, Yanfu Mountain hung high above the Nine Heavens, and few people could glimpse its full appearance.
Now that the immortal mountain had fallen, Luo Chen could finally see its true form.
At first glance, it was not particularly magnificent, unable to compare with Central Province's Heaven Earth Peak, which reached from earth to sky.
Nor was it as precipitous and strange as Skyscraper Cliff, which rose abruptly into the heavens.
Yet this mountain sat silently within the abyss, bringing with it an incomparably weighty presence, as though it were a colossal beast lying prone in slumber.
Moreover, Yanfu Mountain was completely unaffected by the filth of the Ming Water. Vast wisps of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth still converged from every direction, only to be devoured by the radiance of the formations.
It truly was a wondrous mountain!
At that moment, shouts rang out from the outskirts of Yanfu Mountain.
Vast quantities of ghost qi roared back and forth, sweeping across the surroundings as though heaven and earth had dimmed and a hundred ghosts had emerged into the night.
"Where did you come from, young brat? How dare you contend with me, Yan Qianji, for this opportunity!"
"There is no first or last in learning; those who attain mastery are honored. We are both Tier 4 Ghost Emperors. How could you rely on your age to throw your weight around?"
"This old man has walked the path of ghost cultivation for three thousand years. Back then, you didn't even know where you would reincarnate, and yet you dare compare yourself with me?"
"Three thousand years, is it? I fear that during those three thousand years, you sealed your soul and spirit and slept like an old tortoise!"
The old man's aged voice and the graceful woman's voice