On the Five-Colored Divine Mountain, dust gradually accumulated as the years passed.
Only dust could settle upon it. The divine mountain was so dense that no plant could take root or sprout here.
Not even a trace of moss could appear on the divine mountain.
Beneath the gloomy underground Abyss, only dense earth energy permeated the air, making the divine mountain ever more stable.
Atop the divine mountain, a special domain weapon had already merged with it.
The Gravity Domain and the divine mountain had fused through years upon years of earth energy, becoming indistinguishable from one another and forming an incredibly powerful domain weapon.
Unfortunately, this weapon had lost its owner. Neither Lu Siman nor Huang Tian could claim this domain weapon for themselves; they no longer had the ability to do so.
The life beneath the divine mountain—if it could still be called life—might sleep there forever.
At the base of the divine mountain, it was connected as one with the Eternal Permafrost of the underground Abyss, its density leaving almost no gaps.
Yet beneath the mountain, a glimmer of life stubbornly persisted.
This was Lin Zhen. The once formidable Ghost Face King had been miserably crushed beneath the divine mountain.
Lin Zhen was not dead. There were several reasons why he had survived.
First was Lin Zhen's formidable defense, which had helped him withstand this calamity.
Beyond his defense, there was another extremely important reason. Whether it was the attack of the Eight Great Hammers or the suppression of the divine mountain, someone else had helped him bear part of the damage.
That person was the Lord of Hatred.
As the saying went, when the sky fell, the tall ones held it up. Tall could mean physically tall, or it could mean capable.
The Lord of