Before them loomed the immense black Demon Mountain. Dark radiance blazed like burning clouds, and terrifying, savage light shrouded heaven, earth, and all living things like a sinister veil.
At its foot, crimson steps rose high, winding like a dragon for ten thousand miles.
Gazing from afar, they could scarcely see where they ended.
They climbed upward along the steps.
An immense gateway stood like an abyss.
A cloudlike black plaque hung above it.
Three crimson characters stood stark upon it.
Demon Coffin Mountain.
Before the gateway stood two enormous beasts, a serpent and a flood dragon. Though artificial, they looked remarkably real, every scale and claw exquisitely lifelike, exuding ferocious might.
Above the crimson serpent and black flood dragon floated eerie green ghostfire, its fierce flames striking terror into the soul.
There was no denying the Demon Heaven Sect's formidable foundations. Through sheer chopping and carving, it had hewn a cultivation abode out of a savage mountain.
Up to this point, everything had seemed perfectly fine.
Demon Coffin Mountain before them was not only grand and imposing, but steeped in sinister eeriness, an unparalleled place for demonic cultivators to contemplate their arts. Its design and colors complemented one another, giving it a dark, wicked beauty that suited the Demon Heaven Sect's overall style.
Yet the moment the new disciples briefly sensed the spiritual energy around them, they were dumbfounded.
Compared with other parts of the Demon Heaven Mountain Range, the spiritual essence here was not only horribly turbid but extremely thin. Granted, it was still considerably richer than that of ordinary spiritual mountains in the Nether Realm,
Yet they had left their homes and fought with all their might to enter the sect, only for the Demon Heaven Sect to supply this paltry trace of spiritual essence. It was