A coffin rose into the air from nowhere, passed through a forest of white-bone mountains, crossed a swamp, traversed more than a dozen peaks that looked like white bones from afar and still looked like white bones up close—because they truly were made of white bones—then spun through the air and crashed with a thud beneath a mountain.
They had arrived at Wudao Mountain.
There was no need to deliberately investigate. The place the coffin could not fly past was clearly a realm cut off from heaven and earth.
That was the terror of Wudao Mountain.
No Way—the opposite of the Heavenly Dao.
Within the Heavenly Dao World, No Way was poison.
Whether it was the Literary Dao, Martial Dao, Cultivation Way, the Human Dao, Devil Dao, or Demonic Race Way, it was the same for all of them.
Correspondingly, within the Un-Dao World, the Heavenly Dao was likewise poison.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, everyone wore grave expressions, for they could already feel their cultivation completely suppressed. From the moment they set foot upon this mountain, they were ordinary people. All they could rely on was their flesh and blood—and, oh yes, their special instincts. What one was born with from the womb belonged to them and could remain; what was acquired through later cultivation, sorry, had to be put down!
"This is the first time in my life I've realized just how tall this mountain is!" Jun Tianxia gazed up at the sky.
"Yeah, I..." Yan Jiuding had only spoken three words when Jun Tianxia stretched out a hand and accurately clamped it over the spot where his mouth was beneath the armor.
Yan Jiuding's voice stopped abruptly.
"Yan Crow, from this moment on, can you be mute?"
"Mm!" Yan Jiuding answered through his nostrils.
"You