Several months later, at Floating Mausoleum Mountain.
This was an ancient mountain range shrouded in heavy mist, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.
It covered far, far more ground than Black Wind Mountain and was immensely mysterious.
Every night, ghosts and phantoms emerged, demons and monsters ran rampant, and Supernatural Incidents appeared one after another—mysterious, ancient, terrifying.
Yet this secluded secret land, nurtured over endless years, held countless treasures. Like Black Wind Mountain, it drew an unbroken stream of cultivators to venture inside and search.
Legend had it that at intervals, a strange structure would emerge amid the dense mist blanketing these mountains.
The building was ruined, but its outline vaguely resembled a mausoleum.
That was how Floating Mausoleum Mountain got its name.
Above the boundless mountain forests, a man and an ox strode through the air. With every step, they crossed from one end of the horizon to the other.
"Master, we've made two rounds through this damned place already. Did the thing run away?" Lamborghini asked in a muffled voice.
This region spanned tens of thousands of miles, vast and boundless. For three full days, Lamborghini had carried Qin He winding in and out of it, during which they had slain more than a dozen formidable demons and monsters.
But they had not encountered the main target.
It was unlike Black Wind Mountain, with an outer region and a core region. There, they only needed to search toward the center.
This place seemed to have everything, yet also nothing at all.
At first, Qin He had headed straight for the central region of Floating Mausoleum Mountain, only to find nothing.
Then he had investigated the endless mist, yet still came up empty-handed.
Star Tide Old Demon had already confessed that the Source of Supernatural Phenomenon at Floating