Looking toward Heavenly Pillar Mountain, peaks mingled with clouds, rising beyond the layers of rosy mist and reaching all the way to Lingxiao Palace.
Meng Qi watched the towering mountain from afar. A heavy feeling settled in his heart, and an inexplicable sense of danger arose. With his current cultivation, realm, and martial strength, even considering the mountain's layers of restrictive formations, something would have to be on the level of a Demon God only slightly weaker than Overlord to stir such a premonition in him from so far away.
Heavenly Pillar Mountain pierced the clouds above and plunged into the earth below. Thick black mists coiled around it, so dense they seemed impossible to disperse—deeper and heavier than Demonic Aura, with more Death Intent than an evil miasma. Its gloomy, corrupted air made Meng Qi feel as though he had returned to the ruined Spirit Mountain.
"As expected, this has something to do with the battle at Spirit Mountain all those years ago." Meng Qi nodded slightly, his gaze growing solemn. "It hasn't revealed a trace of its aura, as if it were asleep, yet it still makes me feel endangered. Whoever it was, they couldn't have been some minor figure. Could it be one of the Great Sages who was lucky enough to escape?"
As for King Yellow Eyes' claim that the "Undying Demon God" had lived through the Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West, Meng Qi took it with a grain of salt. This wasn't like Spirit Mountain: the moment he saw Heavenly Pillar Mountain, he had felt certain of its connection. Who knew if King Yellow Eyes' information was accurate, or if the "Undying Demon God" had deliberately put it out?
Of course, if the account was true, then only a handful of