Mount Guanchao was not the name of a single mountain, but a slope shrouded in dense immortal aura. From the high ground, looking down, one saw a vast expanse of white, like a tidal sea—an astonishing sight beyond words!
In reality, however, the ground of Mount Guanchao was riddled with volcanic craters and pits filled with jumbled rocks. Once the immortal aura was gone, it would have looked no different from a mass grave. And now, this place had become a battlefield of ruins!
The immortal-aura mist stretched as far as the sea. After Zhao Yu and I charged inside, we had no idea which direction to take. This place was simply too vast—vast beyond imagination! I had traveled across the Nine Provinces, but never had I seen such a huge gathering place of immortal-aura mist. Within it, we could occasionally hear cries of slaughter, or catch glimpses of mirage-like scenes!
"Boss! Look over there!" Zhao Yu pointed at a patch of immortal mist. I hurriedly looked in the direction he indicated, and sure enough, another mirage had appeared there. Unfortunately, it showed corpses lying everywhere, not one of them moving, and offered us no useful information at all.
"Emperor Xia, that... I recognize that unit. It belonged to Li Zhiyun, the Wise Marshal under King Jing. I recognize that broken weapon over there too—the blade is all that remains. It was Li Zhiyun's. The patterns on it were left behind when he sparred with me back then... He was a good man. Sigh, I never thought even he would die... So many people." The commander under Zhao Yu spoke.
This commander ranked first among the Four Great Marshals. His name was Zhu Chenzhi, and he was the one who had led the elite troops to follow me this time.