The Woodcutter in the Mountains, All Manner of Unease

It was no wonder Qin Wang was overthinking it. The place where these two statues had appeared was simply too special—within Patriarch Bodhi's dojo. Moreover, those Grand Unity Supreme Laws seemed to be drawn in, endlessly absorbed by the two statues.

Qin Wang gave the two statues a deep look, then turned his gaze within the mountain gate. There stood pavilions, towers, and clusters of palaces, above which Grand Unity Supreme auras gathered without dispersing, as though they had cut off heaven and earth themselves, inspiring an indescribable sense of divine majesty and solemnity.

Not only that, Qin Wang even sensed within it the vast aura of a heavenly Dao supreme treasure, carrying an immensely dense heavenly Dao might. It made the mountain beneath his feet seem like a primordial mountain, filled with endless divine charm. Yet for some reason, no sentience had been born within it.

Beyond that mountain gate lay the foremost sacred cultivation ground of the Earth Immortal Realm—the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave!

Of course, Qin Wang knew perfectly well that sentience could not truly be born inside the mountain beneath his feet. It was not that the mountain lacked the necessary conditions, but because Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave was Patriarch Bodhi's dojo. How could he possibly allow sentience to arise in his own dojo and run wild everywhere?

That said, although this mountain had not produced sentience or formed a True Spirit, Patriarch Bodhi and his magical treasure had still endowed it with unparalleled mysterious abilities. Standing before it felt as though one stood before the Dao itself—its mysteries peerless, presenting a thousand faces to a thousand people. What one comprehended depended entirely on the individual.

This was not some technique Patriarch Bodhi had deliberately created. Rather, it was a mystery naturally born under