"This should be where the Ancient God of War's lingering remnant is."
Jiang Ming looked at the mountain before him, which pierced straight into the clouds and brimmed with endless Battle Intent. A hint of excitement flashed through his eyes.
He greatly admired this kind of Battle Intent, especially one that carried an air of invincibility, because he himself had taken a similar path.
And clearly, when it came to cultivating Battle Intent, the Ancient God of War had gone much farther than he had.
If he could exchange pointers with the Ancient God of War, it would likely greatly benefit the growth of his Battle Intent.
Of course, this did not mean that the current War God, Dai Mubai, could not help him improve his Battle Intent. It was simply that the Ancient God of War had clearly gone farther down this path, and speaking with him would broaden Jiang Ming's horizons even more.
Whoosh!
Jiang Ming flew directly toward the mountain. He could strongly sense that the War God's lingering remnant was within it.
But as he approached the mountain, an immense pressure descended upon him in an instant!
This pressure was not generated by divine power. It was formed from Battle Intent that had nearly condensed into substance, a suppression even purer than that of divine power!
However, with Jiang Ming's current strength of Battle Intent, the suppression around the mountain's outer perimeter was clearly not enough to halt his steps.
He walked toward the summit one step at a time. Though he grew slower and slower, his footsteps never stopped.
A day later, he arrived at the mountainside. Looking at the peak ahead, already piercing into the clouds, Jiang Ming had no intention of giving up, even though the Battle Intent had already reached a level