Eight Legions

Compared to Deng Zhong, things did not go nearly so smoothly on Li Jing's side.

He sped along the entire way, traveling far to Nine-Cauldron Iron-Fork Mountain in Western Kunlun, hoping to ask his honored teacher, True Person Du'e, to leave seclusion and help. But when he arrived outside the immortal mountain's barrier, he suddenly fell into a hazy illusion.

The spiritual grounds were clearly close enough to touch, yet it seemed separated from him by ten thousand rivers and a thousand mountains.

No matter how he ran about searching for a path or tried to discern his direction, he could never break out of the layered seas of cloud and mist, and could never take even half a step into Eight-Treasure Cloud-Light Cave.

He lingered at the foot of Kunlun Mountain for a long time, exhausting his mind and strength, only to return empty-handed every time.

After several futile struggles, Li Jing finally let out a melancholy sigh, and his heart understood completely.

True Person Du'e was unwilling to be tainted by the killing tribulation.

This skyful of bewildering fog, this illusion in which no road could be found, was his master's silent refusal.

Knowing that any hope of seeking aid was utterly gone, Li Jing was filled with desolate disappointment.

Facing the direction of Nine-Cauldron Iron-Fork Mountain, he respectfully knelt and performed three bows.

He could only turn and leave, setting foot on the road back.

On the other side, Jili, who had been ordered to seek reinforcements, sped onward the whole way and finally arrived at the immortal mountain where his master lived in seclusion.

This mountain was cut off from the world. Astral winds howled endlessly through the peaks, and vajra astral qi crisscrossed back and forth. No living stranger could approach.

Jili stood before the