Cao Xing continued to focus his gaze toward the depths of the mountain range.
At the very center of the range stood a main peak of strange design.
As if twisted into shape by an invisible force, the mountain spiraled upward in an eerie formation like a gigantic vortex.
From the deepest part of the vortex came faint streaks of light.
"So that's it... this is where Vortex Mountain got its name."
Cao Xing murmured thoughtfully, "The name truly lives up to itself."
Hearing the commotion in the rear courtyard, the worshippers in the front courtyard all wanted to come over and see what was happening. However, upon seeing the signs in the rear courtyard, they held themselves back and obeyed One-Finger Temple's rules.
Do all one could and leave the rest to fate. At that moment, seeing Xie on the verge of death and about to fall into the original ending, Yu Bushangyou's thoughts slowed. In that brief span of time, so short that even light could not traverse it, there was no right or wrong, no gain or loss—only an indescribable choice within his heart.
"Everyone, is there anyone left in Huairen County who can stop us from doing this good deed?" Qin Chuan asked with a smile. After a moment of astonishment, everyone understood, and the atmosphere immediately grew much more spirited.
The other party looked panicked and terrified. Clearly, he had been so thoroughly crushed by the youth, who fought whenever he wished and left whenever he pleased, that he was beginning to question his entire life.
In the blink of an eye, the cavalryman who had left the formation arrived before them. Zhu Da had actually seen this man twice before. He was one of the servants sent here on errands to deliver orders. Unlike