Meng Zhao secretly followed Shanhua and Ma Shaokang to a valley deep within Hengqu Mountain, enclosed by several mountain walls.
This valley was exceedingly broad, divided into four sides, each growing different kinds of trees and plants. At first glance, it resembled a carefully cultivated flowerbed, carrying the feel of a hidden paradise beyond the mortal world. Yet Meng Zhao, bearing the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique, could see the hidden intricacies within.
Hengqu Mountain was not particularly large, but neither was it small. Spiritual energy gathered within the mountains, and earth veins surged, forming small dragon veins one after another. At this moment, they had all converged in this valley, where someone had sealed them with a special method and arranged them into a formation.
As for the exact workings of the formation, Meng Zhao could not yet make them out. Still, it carried an ancient air and had likely been passed down from some sect of the Medieval Era.
Moreover, the valley was filled with all kinds of ferocious beasts, living together in calm, auspicious harmony, everything in perfect order.
Meng Zhao even saw some ape-like ferocious beasts doing menial work such as sweeping and tending orchards and flower gardens. Clearly, they had been trained exceptionally well.
Within the valley was also a rugged, vigorous, vast aura. It took the shape of a constantly twisting, savage, mysterious thing, coiling across the entire valley. It complemented the formation created by the small underground dragon veins, as though the two were one.
This was a masterful fusion of formations, martial arts, the Way of Earth, and Humanity Power. It was absolutely the work of a great master.
Meng Zhao found himself looking forward even more to meeting Shanhua's grandfather. Not only could the man control ferocious beasts, but he also knew