It was a mountain peak that pierced the clouds. Its black slopes radiated boundless killing intent, filling anyone who looked upon it with fear. It was steep and towering, with not even a foothold to be found—sheer cliffs rising straight up, like a treasured sword thrust into the Vast Land.
Even with his eyes closed to avoid looking at it, a fierce killing intent surged forth and cut straight into his mind. Terrifying scenes churned endlessly: gods crying out, Evil Ghosts sobbing, and a dreadful fear that arose from nowhere, urging him step by step to retreat.
Luo Hou was horrified. What kind of place was this? The sword-shaped mountain range radiated an eerie aura that made his head throb as if it would split, his flesh ache as if it would tear, and his bones feel as though they were about to break. It was as if he could not approach it at all. It was truly frightening.
Luo Hou's face was pale. He struggled to stand before the mountain, assailed by wave after wave of sword qi. His primordial spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he was in great pain. Yet he kept weighing the situation in his mind. There was no way he had come here for no reason. The mountain had appeared out of nowhere, containing boundless Killing Intent. It was a force born of the world's natural momentum, a might nurtured by the Heavenly Dao.
"This Immortal Sword Mountain Peak resembles the mountain range formed from Pangu's remnant bones. Could it be imitating that kind of natural momentum? The killing intent here also seems to contain an idea that inspires fear. I still need to be careful. Though my true form is the Essence of Killing Intent, and killing intent only increases my