At the heart of Three-Hump Mountain, a towering mountain rose from the ground.
The peak was perilously steep, piercing straight into the gray, dim sky.
The mountain was formed from an unknown kind of jet-black rock, its color as deep as ink, nearly blending into the surrounding shadows in the darkness.
The cliff faces were covered everywhere with pitted dents and ravines. Some resembled deep craters smashed out by giant hammers, while others looked like gullies cleaved by sharp blades. They densely covered the entire mountain, like scars left behind after countless artillery bombardments.
There was scarcely a single smooth, level patch on the entire mountain. It was like a battle-scarred warrior, covered in wounds yet standing resolutely between heaven and earth, never having fallen.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared atop the mountain.
Dressed in black, his robes fluttered lightly in the mountain wind. It was Qin Tian.
He lowered his head and looked over the black stone beneath his feet. His gaze slowly swept across the crisscrossing cracks and fissures on the mountain's surface before he closed his eyes and extended his Soul Power into the mountain.
Boom! A vast, heavy force instantly blocked his probe.
That force was like an invisible wall of bronze and iron, keeping all his Mental Power outside. No matter how he pressed forward, he could not advance even an inch.
There was no need to think about it. This had to be the seal that countless Stele Demons had coveted for years yet never managed to break.
The treasure that hundreds of thousands of Stele Demons, including several Eighth-Order Stele Demons, had coveted for years without ever being able to touch was hidden beneath this mountain.
But how was he supposed to open the seal?
Qin Tian's knowledge of sealing techniques was