Several figures shot swiftly across the sky. Seeing the tremendous fluctuations of spiritual power in the distance, they were deeply shaken.
A snow-covered mountain peak pierced the clouds. What was astonishing was that only the section floating within the clouds was solid; below it, the mountain hung unsupported in midair. As if unaffected by gravity, it drifted back and forth among the clouds.
A thick layer of ice covered its surface, shimmering in the sunlight. It looked like a mysterious, snow-covered divine peak.
"Eh? There seem to be illusions inside that ice." Luo Qian narrowed his eyes. Wu Ziyuan, Qiao Lan, and the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast also noticed that something was amiss.
The ice covering the snowy mountain was like a mirror. Within it lay what was clearly another world. Through the mirror, they could see a group of men who were short and stocky, bare-chested, and wearing chains of demon-beast teeth and bones. They carried all sorts of oddly shaped weapons and rode spirit beasts of varying strength.
Only a few old men, whose auras were clearly no weaker than those of Nascent Soul Cultivators, wore robes.
Lu Xiaotian was deeply shaken. The strange people appearing in that ice-crystal mirror were none other than members of the Giant Stone Clan, whom he had encountered before. He even spotted two familiar faces among them: Tuo Qingshan and Tuo Qingying.
"Brother Bull, what's the story behind this peak?" Lu Xiaotian glanced at the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast, which had lived in this secret realm all its life. It was undoubtedly the right one to ask.
"This is the Illusory Ice Peak. Its location in the secret realm is constantly shifting. I'd only heard about it before; I never expected to see it with my own eyes today." The Eight-Legged Demon