"The place of origin—the origins of First Mountain—weren't recorded in much detail even within Azathoth's memories."
Yu Ming stood at the entrance to First Mountain, formed by two massive boulders. As he ventured some distance inside, clusters of spirit bodies emanating evil auras drifted out from the forest.
"Spirit bodies that erase Jailer Aura and return one to the state of the earliest Jailers? There's no need for that."
The spirit bodies dissipated the instant they approached Yu Ming's body. No matter how many tried to invade him, they all met the same fate.
"Shh... shh."
With both hands tucked into his pockets, Yu Ming whistled as he strolled casually toward the central valley.
Standing at the entrance of a cave that even perception could not see through, Yu Ming stared into the bottomless abyss and muttered, "An ancient prison. First Mountain serves as the core of the grand formation, stabilized by the Underworld Consciousness and the consciousnesses of deceased kings who had once been Jailers. There are quite a few interesting things inside. If Zhang Chen entered with his current body... hehe, he would probably reach that fellow's nest, wouldn't he?"
Just as Yu Ming was about to leap inside, his expression changed and he took a slight step back.
A torrent of ancestral blood erupted from within, dyeing the clouds above First Mountain red before gradually dissipating shortly afterward.
"Oh! Why do I sense Tong Wu? It seems that while I was in the ruins of the Prehistoric Dynasty all these years, some major changes occurred. Someone actually broke through the limits of a high-ranking Jailer Captain here. Not bad."
After the blood dispersed, Yu Ming jumped down through the entrance and landed steadily at the bottom of the abyss, facing Gu Chen, who had just broken through.