That damned old uncle really had a loose mouth!
Who was your big nephew-thief? He had almost exposed him in front of mom.
Lin Heng and the others followed.
The moment they officially stepped onto the immortal mountain, a vast aura similar to the Peng Clan's, yet utterly different from the Long Clan's Dragon Cliff Mountain, rushed toward them head-on.
It was not a lone peak standing tall, but an endless stretch of massive, rolling mountain ranges.
The main body of the mountains showed a deep, heavy dark cyan, as though piled together from ancient fossilized trees that had endured hundreds of millions of years.
Likewise, the peaks did not pursue any kind of extreme perilousness, but they were exceptionally majestic and grand, range upon range of layered mountains, like a primordial giant dragon lying dormant.
Lin Heng swept his divine sense across hundreds and thousands of li around him, and now he finally understood why the Old Lin Family's immortal mountain could not be taken even when the other Immortal Clans joined forces.
Because the mountains looked isolated from one another, but in truth, their heads and tails were connected.
If you entered from one end, the other end would become a dead road.
It was just like digging a tunnel. You finally managed to bore through one mountain, only to look back and find the original path completely blocked again.
Either you kept digging forward and dug all the way through ahead, or you turned back and dug the exit back out again.
Dugu Zixuan and her brother Dugu Feng also looked around everywhere as they went, winding upward along the huge stone steps, and their field of vision suddenly opened wide.
At last, halfway up the mountain, they saw the immortal family's gathered mountains.
One towering palace