"They're all dead, all dead..."
Meng Qi and the others had been planning to use the obsessions lingering in Dangshan Jun and the white-haired monster to glimpse what had happened at Spirit Mountain all those years ago. Yet the two utterly different monsters had spoken these words at the same time. One was the corpse of a Spirit Mountain monk, covered in white hair; the other was a demon on the verge of condensing its True Body of Heavenly Snake. They had different perspectives, belonged to different sides, and had different identities, yet they had left behind obsessions that were much the same, uttering words equally bewildered and terrified. How could this not make one's hair stand on end? How could one not tremble at the thought of what changes had taken place at Spirit Mountain?
Had the two sides slaughtered each other, with Buddhas and Bodhisattvas entering Nirvana one after another, Great Sages and demon gods falling in droves, and the aura of the gruesome deaths of Legendary beings and those of even higher realms sweeping across Spirit Mountain, permanently altering the laws of heaven and earth and dealing Dangshan Jun and the Spirit Mountain monk an unforgettable shock before their deaths? Or had some unforeseen change truly occurred, leaving them so shaken that they could not believe or accept it even as they died, causing their obsessions to linger for who knew how many years?
Meng Qi gripped the scabbard in his left hand. A glimmer flashed through his eyes, as still and lifeless as a dormant volcano. The two obsessions lingering in Dangshan Jun and the Spirit Mountain monk suddenly burst apart like fireworks, lighting up the air and coalescing into a series of hazy scenes.
Their Primordial Spirits had long since scattered, and their Seas of