Heading to Buzhou Mountain Together

Fire Spirit slowly reined in the shock on her face when she heard Yang Jian's question.

She looked toward the northwest.

The clouds there hung low, as though heaven and earth were being pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

The aura of Buzhou Mountain's remnants had already carried across tens of thousands of miles.

Fire Spirit said, "I want to go to Buzhou Mountain."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit within the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade was stunned as well.

"What a coincidence."

Yang Jian said, "So do I."

Fire Spirit froze.

She had assumed Yang Jian was merely passing through and had saved her on a whim.

She had not expected their destination to be the same.

Fire Spirit looked at Yang Jian, her eyes gaining a few shades of seriousness.

"Senior Brother, you're going to Buzhou Mountain's remnants as well?"

Yang Jian was a disciple under the Senior Brother of the Sect of Interception, so Fire Spirit naturally addressed him as Senior Brother.

Yang Jian nodded.

"Yes."

Fire Spirit asked, "In search of spiritual treasures?"

Yang Jian said, "To temper my body."

Fire Spirit's heart jolted.

Buzhou Mountain's remnants were where Pangu's spine had remained.

There was Pangu's lingering might there, as well as the Killing Intent of the earth veins.

If ordinary Golden Immortals drew near, even their Primordial Spirits would tremble.

Even Primordial Unity Golden Immortals could have their Dao foundations injured by that lingering might if they were careless.

Yet Yang Jian intended to temper his body there.

Fire Spirit could not help saying, "Senior Brother, your physical body is already this formidable. You still wish to use Buzhou Mountain's lingering might to temper it?"

Yang Jian said, "It isn't enough."

Fire Spirit's brows rose slightly.

"Not enough?"

Yang Jian looked