Riding Clouds and Driving Mist, entering and leaving Azure Nether—these were the abilities of Heaven, Earth, and Human Immortals. But upon reaching the Legendary Realm, a single thought could make the ends of the earth as near as arm's reach. After leaving Kunlun Mountain, Meng Qi appeared at once in the Journey to the West World.
With the Moral Heavenly Venerable watching over the world, few other powers dared interfere openly here. According to the information Gu Xiaosang had provided, the largest number of remnants from the ancient Buddhist and Daoist underworlds had survived in this world.
Of course, Gu Xiaosang had no way of knowing whether Sha Wujing had explored the Journey to the West World and taken the remnants of the underworld when he awoke early, set foot on Spirit Mountain, and carried out the mysterious corpse. The memories and knowledge of the Golden Emperor that she possessed had ended with her last death.
Meng Qi looked up at the heavens and made a brief calculation. Then he flashed toward the place with the greatest hope and likelihood: Northern Julu Continent.
The demonic mist here had turned into thin clouds, shrouding the boundless continent. Yin energy chilled to the bone, and the savage, ferocious air was almost tangible, forming mirages in midair that played out all manner of gruesome scenes.
Just looking at such a scene gave one the feeling of setting foot in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Meng Qi nodded slightly. He had already calculated the result with certainty, and his figure vanished from the sky.
Inside a cave lay piles of bones. The cold, sinister aura became pale-black whirlwinds, roaring up from the depths of the cave.
A winding passage led downward, like a fissure split open in the earth. The farther one went, the