The three continued climbing along the mountain path. The higher they went, the stronger the gravity became, the denser the Primal Qi grew, and the air was suffused with an ancient, solemn aura.
Traces of battle could be seen everywhere along the way—scorch marks from pill fire lingered on shattered rocks, broken scales and dried bloodstains were scattered across the ground, and every so often, they could even see a few corpses that had not yet been collected.
Clearly, before them, a large number of powerful beings had already passed through this area, but the price they had paid had been extremely heavy as well.
"The fighting ahead was even fiercer than where we were," Lanling Wang said, his expression grave as he looked at the corpse of a Dragon Race member whose chest had been pierced through by pill power.
Feng Qing'er said nothing. She only gripped the Seven-Colored Phoenix Feather tightly, her wary gaze sweeping over their surroundings. Ever since she had taken the divine pill Jiang Ping'an had given her, most of her injuries had already healed, but she still did not dare let her mind relax in the slightest.
Jiang Ping'an walked at the very front, the Primal Chaos Dao Domain maintaining a low level of circulation the entire time, its nine-colored radiance enveloping the three of them like a thin mist.
His Spiritual Sense extended forward, probing for movement ahead. The aura of the Spirit-Sentient Divine Pill had already become thinner and thinner. Replacing it was an even vaster, even older pressure—the aura emitted by the Taiyuan Divine Palace itself.
"We're almost there," Jiang Ping'an said in a low voice.
Sure enough, after they turned past an enormous mountain wall, the view before their eyes suddenly opened up.
The summit of Taiyuan Mountain was a