"Here we are—"
Yin Ghost Mountain was like a devil's den, enveloped in thick black clouds and deprived of sunlight all year round. This was because there were too many Underground Yin Veins here, gathering Heaven and Earth Yin Energy that surged backward into the clouds.
Thus formed the sight of black clouds blotting out the sun. Even before they had entered the range of Yin Ghost Mountain, they could already see transparent Soul Bodies shuttling through it one after another.
The withered, dying vegetation brought with it an endless desolation.
Yin Ghost Mountain was formed from more than a dozen connected mountains gathered together, its highest point reaching seven thousand meters. Looking up from below, one could not see the end at a glance.
Between the mountains, quite a few collapsed stone houses and stone halls could be seen. These had all been built by cultivators who had come to explore, their historical traces not heavy, meant only as temporary places to rest.
Wang Yu surveyed the area, but did not discover anything shaped like an inverted "mountain." His gaze could not help sweeping toward Long Yiran.
As if she had expected this, she said, "It's here. The place can't be wrong. The reason we can't see it is definitely because it was hidden with a spell."
Wang Yu felt this explanation was reasonable.
His Divine Sense immediately probed into the mountain itself. This place was similar to the situation at White Snake Depression; when there were no obvious things concealing it, the probability that it was hidden inside the mountain was the greatest. However... after searching for a while, Wang Yu did not find any hollow spaces inside Yin Ghost Mountain, nor any signs that buildings existed.
"Could it be that it's not inside the mountain?"
"Hard to