Having returned to Lishou Mountain on the Divine Continent, Gan Mingfeng and Lu Hou'er both felt as though a lifetime had passed. Their hearts were filled with countless tangled emotions.
For one thing, they had both believed they would receive a tremendous blessing. Forget inheriting the legacies of the two Supremes—even obtaining a fraction of the War God Xing Tian's remaining grace would have been an extraordinary opportunity.
Unfortunately, it had all come to nothing. With Meng Zhao present, all fortune seemed to flow to him. In the end, the two of them had merely been supporting characters.
For another, the moment they emerged, they keenly sensed that Lishou Mountain had undergone some marvelous change. It seemed as though its spiritual vitality had become more vigorous, while the forests and mountains had gained a sense of weight and solidity, able to bear and sustain far more.
It made them feel cheerful without even realizing it.
"What is going on? Could it be... could it be related to that demonic roar?"
Lu Hou'er's mind turned swiftly. He quickly recalled the furious roar, brimming with unwillingness and rage, that had sounded from the depths of his heart after the Dragon Seal had been engraved upon the Emperor Stele—the cry of the War God Xing Tian.
"That's right. You must understand this: the two Supremes used the earth-vein energy of this entire Lishou Mountain as the foundation to suppress Demon Lord Xingtian. It was a process in which one waned as the other waxed. Now that Xingtian's Head has suffered a severe blow, Lishou Mountain's earth-vein energy has naturally been released. The mountain itself has become tougher, and it still possesses tremendous room to expand."
Meng Zhao explained to them with a smile, clearly in high spirits. Yet he soon sensed something unusual,