Beneath that towering peak lay a severed head. At first glance, it looked like a dragon's head, but before long it seemed to transform into a disheveled human head.
The figure's hair hung loose and wild, obscuring its features. Yet Shentu Zhanfeng, Bai Ruxue, and the others felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The spatial turbulence on that side made it hard to see clearly, and their senses were exceptionally indistinct.
A terrifying aura of resentment rippled through the surroundings. Even from far away, Shentu Zhanfeng and the others dared not look more than once.
"What a powerful aura of resentment!" Nie Qinghou exclaimed, astonished.
They were all Daluo Golden Immortals, so they had a decent eye for these things. Transporting an entire continent here from some unknown space was a feat of immense power. No Immortal Lord could have done it—not even Rain Transformation Immortal Lord.
Such a massive undertaking had to have been carried out by the Heavenly Emperors themselves. Even with an emperor-level powerhouse suppressing the strange aura of the continent, the energy radiating from it was still so astonishing. That alone showed just how powerful the being beneath the towering peak was—far beyond anything they could imagine.
"Th-that looks like Eastern Pill Saint." Bai Ruxue stared blankly. She wasn't entirely sure. The head beneath the peak was disheveled, and its owner seemed to be in some kind of deep sleep or unconscious state.
They hadn't gotten a clear look at the time. After one glance, she, Shentu Zhanfeng, Nie Qinghou, and the others had all been afraid to look again. But when that dragon's head transformed into a human one, Bai Ruxue had felt as if she'd seen it before.
"No way." Nie Qinghou looked doubtful, though he too thought it bore some resemblance. But then