Peak of the Sacred Mountain

Satu Tongtian didn't look back. His withered fingers traced a streak of golden light through the air.

Jingjing said, "Be careful. Don't wander off. Stay close behind me. One wrong step, and you'll never recover."

The first formation wasn't difficult to break, but the higher they climbed, the more terrifying the formations became.

The second formation, however, was one the old man had laid across the mountain path years ago...

What Satu Tongtian hadn't expected was that the second formation had changed. It no longer looked the way he remembered.

He was startled and had to warn Wang Xian.

It was as if countless ghosts were howling in the wind and snow. Wang Xian felt a sharp pain in his eardrums, and horrifying images appeared before his eyes, as though someone were reaching out to tear him apart.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to look at those twisted faces.

"Clear your mind!"

Satu Tongtian barked, "They're all illusions!"

Wang Xian took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sent out his spiritual sense to observe what lay before him...

A group of indistinct figures emerged in the wind and snow.

They drifted about, their bodies radiating a ghostly white light, like spirits from the abyss.

Wang Xian's heart tightened. He focused his gaze and saw that they were a group of shadows concealed in the blizzard, blocking the two men's path completely. Satu Tongtian furrowed his brows. The formation on Sacred Mountain had been built by him many years ago.

Yet, facing these mysterious white ghosts, even he felt an invisible pressure. It was as if the formation he had painstakingly constructed had lost its power to deter them.

He wondered to himself if these creatures were no ordinary ghosts, but something more like living beings...

Could they