Coming Here Felt Like Coming Home

Ghost God Mountain radiated godlike splendor from every inch of its body.

It was incomparably sacred and majestic, making people unable to resist the urge to worship it.

"Papa, is it really such a terrifying and dangerous place? Why does it look so beautiful to me? It feels like a wonderfully marvelous place." Little Qilin lay on the youth's shoulder, his little eyes opened wide with curiosity, filled with longing and confusion.

"The mountain is a good mountain. To some great gods, it could even be considered a sacred mountain or Ancestral Land. Unfortunately, the things active inside it might not be good things!" An Bulang explained.

Then, like an old father, he began educating Little Qilin. "Little thing, you need to understand that you can't judge everything by appearances. You have to see what lies beneath that bright and glamorous shell. Whether something is good or bad cannot be decided by appearance alone."

Little Qilin blinked his lively eyes and nodded earnestly, committing the youth's words to heart.

Jin Yuexi spoke slowly from the side, her voice like an oriole's. "In the Ancient Era, the region of Ghost God Mountain was actually called Deity Valley. It was a holy land where immensely powerful gods gathered to live and cultivate together..."

"But for certain reasons, the gods of Deity Valley fought a great battle against the powerful ghost race. The battle shattered heaven and earth, and in the end, the gods were defeated. Fearing retaliation, the ghost race experts fled after taking what they wanted, leaving this place to become a world shrouded in ghostly mist."

This was the first time Ze'er, Bao Yan, and the others had heard of such history, and they all found it exceedingly novel.

"No wonder the god-level beings here are all corpses, while all