Severing Sky Mountain, Soul Devouring Lake

A beam of light suddenly stopped in front of a towering, cloud-shrouded mountain range. The light dissipated, revealing Hua Qiang's figure.

The next moment, Hua Qiang's body seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, becoming incredibly heavy, and he swayed and fell downwards.

Damn, you can't even fly here, you can't even hover.

Hua Qiang's current body is his first Clone, and his cultivation level is maintained at the Martial Sovereign Realm Peak.

Otherwise, they would definitely be rejected by the will of this world and be forcibly driven away, or even subjected to Human Path Annihilation.

Although this world poses little threat to him, he can no longer exist in it.

How can he then find his daughter and rescue her?

Seeing a few pedestrians coming and going below, Hua Qiang quickly activated the Myriad Life Breathing Technique, making himself exude the aura of Demonkin, and then walked towards the group of people not far away.

"Old man, what is the name of this place? Why can't we fly?"

Hua Qiang bowed to the group of people, then looked at the eldest elder in the group and asked a question.

"Hehe, young man, you must be from out of town. Of course you don't know the strange things about this place."

The old man stroked his beard and slowly said, "This mountain is called Severing Sky Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, my Devil Ancestor and I fought against alien experts here in the sky."

The two fought a bloody battle with their enemies for ten days and ten nights, and finally annihilated all the alien race.

However, the Devil Ancestor's wife also perished here due to the severity of her injuries.

In a fit of rage, the Devil Ancestor cleaved the mountain in half with a single stroke to bury his beloved wife.

Don't be fooled by how majestic and imposing the mountains appear from our view, with their continuous ranges.

On the other side, however, are sheer cliffs, so steep that even birds cannot find a place to perch.

The Devil Ancestor not only cleaved the mountain in two, but the heavens and earth seemed to be split in two as well.

This place has also been enshrined with a powerful anti- Sky-Sealing Formation, prohibiting anyone from flying.

Upon arriving here, one can only walk to the front of the tomb, which is also a way to show respect and mourn the wife of that great man.

Those who violate this rule will be punished, and may even face destruction.

"After passing this Severing Sky Mountain, there is a lake area ahead. When the young man gets there... hehe, I'll keep you in suspense for now. You'll have to experience it for yourself!"

Hua Qiang grinned, surprised that the old man had this hobby. He stopped asking questions and walked forward with the flow of people.

The young men around the old man all looked at Hua Qiang with friendly expressions.

Two of the girls kept glancing at him, their eyes gleaming.

Just as we were about to enter the mountain path, a wooden house was built by the roadside.

One side of the wooden house was open, revealing a counter, which was filled with various flowers in remembrance of the deceased.

People were constantly queuing up outside to buy things, while those inside seemed very busy.

Holy crap!

Hua Qiang cursed inwardly. Damn it, someone actually does business here, and does it very well. What kind of brain could come up with such a thing?

Seeing that everyone entering the mountain pass was carrying a bouquet of flowers, Hua Qiang immediately figured out the reason. He had to admire how clever some people were.

"Young friend!" the old man warmly reminded him again, "Buy a bouquet of flowers. This is a local custom that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years!"

Hua Qiang nodded, agreeing with local customs, and besides, he wasn't short of Spirit Stone!

Quickly, he spent a Low-grade Spirit Stone to buy a bouquet of carnations and moved forward with the crowd again.

After walking about four miles through the narrow valley, a strong wind howled, carrying the scent of the lake.

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they quickened their pace. Soon, a vast and boundless lake came into view.

Standing on the shore of the lake, Hua Qiang turned around and looked back, his eyes immediately showing surprise.

Just as the old man had said, the mountain on this side was a sheer cliff, and the cliff was smooth and clean, as if it had been cleaved by a sword, Ground Spikes the sky at a 90-degree angle.

Then, a solemn scene appeared in Hua Qiang's eyes.

Each person holding a flower stood on the shore, bowed three times respectfully, and then threw the flowers into the lake.

As the saying goes, "Even without wind, waves can be three feet high," let alone the strong wind blowing across the lake right now, making people's clothes flutter.

Hua Qiang stared at the surface of the water, which was calm and still, like a stagnant pool. Moreover, the water was black, as black as ink.

You can't see what kind of creatures are in the water, only bunches of flowers floating on the surface, adding a touch of life to the lifeless sea.

Gradually, a wisp of mist rose from the lake, a hazy gray mist that exuded a strong aura of death.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, covering an increasingly wider area, and its color became increasingly darker.

Fifteen minutes later, the entire lake was shrouded in thick fog, and ordinary people could not see anything beyond ten meters.

Hua Qiang looked as far as he could see, and the clarity was only within a kilometer's radius; beyond that, it was all murky.

This made his brows furrow tightly.

He could sense that this area of the sea was also off-limits to air traffic, making it impossible to fly.

To cross this lake, the only way was by water. However, the thick fog also gave him a sense of danger, a threat to his very soul.

Hua Qiang released his Spiritual Sense to try and investigate within the thick fog, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his Spiritual Sense.

In just a short while, part of his Spiritual Sense was devoured.

Holy crap!

This lake, with its thick fog, can actually devour one's soul. What the hell is this place?

What secrets are hidden within?

Just then, a rough voice came from the thick fog.

"Yo ho— Soul Ferry No. 1, it's time to start work."

Dear guests, those who wish to board the boat, please buy your tickets and board quickly, as we will not wait for you if you are late!

As the sound reached them, the crowd on the shore cheered and jumped for joy, as if this was the moment they had been waiting for, the moment they had been waiting for this ship.

The fog swayed for a moment, and then a dark figure slowly emerged from the thick fog.

It was a ship, a sailboat made entirely of skulls.

The ship is tall and long, and it appears to be able to accommodate around a thousand people.

At this time, several hundred people had gathered on the shore, all craning their necks to look.

The old man and his group next to Hua Qiang also looked excited.

The old man didn't forget to introduce Hua Qiang: "Young friend, this lake is called Soul Devouring Lake. As the name suggests, it can devour the souls of living beings."

This lake water is not only unable to support ordinary things, but the mist is also extremely harmful to people's Spiritual Sense and soul!

To cross this lake, one must board this Skeleton Ship; only under its protection can one cross safely.

"No, all we can do is gaze at the lake and sigh in vain."