The Latent Crisis

Qin Guan followed Murong Xuan's gaze toward the somewhat eerie Black Mountain in the distance. "Senior, you said before that mountain was extremely dangerous. Do you know what's inside?"

"I don't."

Murong Xuan shook his head. "Over the years, many of the cultivators trapped on this island have gone in groups to explore Black Mountain. But before they could even get close, they all died along the way."

"How did they die?" Zi Qing asked in surprise.

"The cultivators who made it back with their last breath said they were mauled to death by ferocious beasts. There are many Emperor Realm Great Demons around that mountain." Murong Xuan's expression was grave.

"Emperor Realm Great Demons."

Qin Guan was shocked to hear Murong Xuan's words.

He hadn't expected such powerful Demonic Beasts to exist on this island.

Their cultivation was suppressed. If they encountered a Great Demon with Emperor Realm cultivation, wouldn't even a sneeze be enough to blow them to death?

Murong Xuan took a sip of wine. "So the danger on this island isn't just in surviving on the surface. In truth, murderous threats lurk everywhere."

"Senior, do you think someone on this island might be plotting something in secret?" Qin Guan suddenly asked.

Murong Xuan's gaze darkened. "The Great Dao Restriction on this island probably isn't natural. Someone deliberately set up this cage."

Qin Guan's heart jolted, and he hurriedly pressed him. "Senior, have you noticed anything suspicious?"

Murong Xuan glanced across the boundless sea, then toward Black Mountain, and lowered his voice.

"Everyone who has disappeared had exceptional fortune. Either they had a special constitution or carried a Supreme Treasure. Their disappearance was no coincidence. I suspect there's something deep inside Black Mountain that's devouring their fortune."

"Everything has to do with fortune..."

Zi Qing murmured, "From