The fierce wind struck his face, whipping up his black robe until it billowed. Xiang Yang stood atop a small hill, gazing into the distance at Mo Mountain, which stretched like a dragon beyond sight. A look of regret appeared on his face.
Just moments ago, he had fought Human Demon First Senior Brother as they crossed ridge after ridge. In the end, seizing a fleeting opening and drawing upon the inexhaustible Mountain Spirit Energy beneath Mo Mountain, he used Mountain, Shock Gods and Spirits to drive his opponent back, then withdrew and left Mo Mountain.
"Pity I still failed to use Mo Mountain's Earth Vein Dragon Qi to advance into the Heavenly Man Realm. Still, the demonic fire tempered my body, and I gained two Attain Dao Divine Skills that illuminated the road ahead. It wasn't a loss."
This brief half-day had been extraordinarily perilous for Xiang Yang. Wave after wave of enemies had come for him, and his attacks had never ceased. Yet in the end, he had still been forced back by the immense strength of the demonic sect.
"I wonder how Fanputi is doing. He is Buddhism's foremost prodigy, a distinguished disciple of Myriad Buddha Cave. Ordinarily, there is nothing in this world that could stump him.
But this time, the demonic sect clearly meant to make an example of him, sending out so many experts without hesitation. Things are likely looking grim. Myriad Buddha Cave probably won't let this rest either."
Still, these matters had little to do with Xiang Yang. He hoped Fanputi would remain safe and sound, but his own abilities were limited, so he could only pray silently.
At Shunde Town, twenty miles from the foot of Mo Mountain, Xiang Yang sat in a private room by the window of a