"Did the trail disappear here?"
Lin Bai stood tall atop Lonely Mountain. At a glance, all he could see were dark, looming mountains and forests. Black clouds coiled through the layers above the mountain range, refusing to disperse. The sky hung so low that it seemed Lin Bai could punch a hole through the firmament simply by raising his hand. Eerie winds howled through the mountains, echoing through the cracks like the wails of ghosts and the cries of wolves. The entire world was shrouded in a sinister, terrifying atmosphere.
Just now, Lin Bai and the Crow had followed the treasure's trail all the way here, but the treasure had vanished without a trace. Lin Bai had not sensed even the slightest hint of its spiritual nature.
The Crow stared at the mountain range before him, a hint of confusion in his eyes. He tilted his head as though deep in thought. Seeing this, Lin Bai did not disturb him or ask whether anything seemed unusual here. He simply let the Crow think. Meanwhile, after surveying the terrain from the mountaintop, Lin Bai soared into the air. Since the treasure had disappeared here, it naturally could not have gone too far.
Within Lonely Mountain, Lin Bai began searching slowly. Before long, many others who had come treasure hunting arrived in the mountain range as well. Among them were Gu Citian of the Gu family, Gu Xi, a general of Lingxiao City, and Centipede Daoist of the Demon Race from the Boundless Wasteland, among others.
They had all used their own specialties and secret techniques to track the treasure here. Just like Lin Bai, they discovered that the treasure had vanished after entering this mountain, as if some inexplicable force had severed all detection by secret arts!
The Crow was lost