Luo Yi felt no surprise at all. He lowered his gaze and casually glanced at his elbow, crisscrossed with bloody fissures.
Then, as though he had suddenly become another person, his expression turned utterly calm.
He had endured it more than once when his flesh split open, leaving nothing but bone and dust.
Besides, the terrifying scene before him was merely an illusion created by the Sacred Mountain of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect.
What surprised him was how real the illusion felt.
After all, beyond his formidable cultivation and strength, he had his own insights into the Array Path.
Yet the instant he set foot on this mountain, he had failed to recognize that the terrifying pressure greeting him was part of an illusion.
Only when that pressure forced his whole body to the ground, and blood seeped uncontrollably from the elbow he used to prop himself up,
did he realize that everything he had seen was a special technique the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect used against the Divine Soul.
The technique was so uncanny that even he had taken a long time to see through it.
"Such an elaborate Magic Array to deceive people. Looks like the Sacred Mountain of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect really does have something good hidden behind it!"
Murmuring to himself, Luo Yi cleared his mind. His eyes, one black and one white, lifted toward the upper reaches of the mountain.
Thick clouds shrouded everything above the halfway point, hiding the summit from view.
Luo Yi felt no impatience.
As long as he kept climbing, the day would come when he reached the peak.
With that thought, he pushed hard with both palms, trying to force himself to his feet.
But at that moment, a surging force far greater than before swept over his body.
Before