Mo Hua felt a faint chill in his heart and silently committed those sixteen words to memory.
It seemed this map was no small matter. If he did not get to the bottom of it, it would surely become an enormous hidden danger.
Cultivators lived off the mountains, adapting themselves to the land.
Near Immortal City, there were no fertile spirit fields, no surging rivers or seas, and no spirit beasts that could be raised.
The nearby Rogue Cultivators all had to make their living in Great Black Mountain.
And the Artifact Refining Guild and Alchemy Guild in the south of the city, even Fortune Meal Pavilion, all relied on demon hunters hunting demonic beasts, flaying their bones and flesh for materials, and supplying ingredients for artifact refining, alchemy, and cooking.
Mo Hua studied arrays, and he also needed to draw out large amounts of Monster Blood to mix Spirit Ink.
All the Cultivators in Immortal City, whether in cultivation, production, or daily life, were closely bound to Great Black Mountain.
If Great Black Mountain hid some deeply buried danger, then the trouble would be enormous.
After that, while Mo Hua studied the Reverse Spirit Array, whenever he had time, he entered Great Black Mountain. When he encountered remote or unfamiliar places, he took out that Sinful Cultivator's map and compared it, seeing whether he could find the location marked on the map.
But after searching for several days, he still found nothing.
A dispirited feeling rose in Mo Hua's heart. He lifted his head and looked out, only to suddenly see thick fog spreading in the distance, covering layer upon layer of mountains, blocking the sunlight, everything a hazy blur. He could not tell where the mountains were, or where the cliffs were.
That was the Deep Mountain of