Under Qi Zhentian's conflicted gaze, Cao Yuxiu rose again and said, as if to himself:
"The Sacred Mountain, whose legacy has endured for countless years, is the foundation of our Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's place in the Endless Sea."
"But ever since I met that young friend Luo, I've felt that the Sacred Mountain, which should belong to our Immortal Sect, somehow doesn't belong to us anymore."
"I'm worried that if we let him keep gazing at the Mountain, one day he'll take away the Sacred Mountain our sect has passed down for countless years."
"But if we stop him, I'll be left staring at a mountain of treasure right in front of me, unable to do a thing. That feels just as powerless!"
A Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse took an entire continent into his body, becoming its true master.
By all rights, he should have been like the sovereign of heaven and earth.
Everything that happened on the continent he had become should have left him unmoved.
The Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's cultivation methods differed from those of most Immortal Cultivation factions in the Endless Sea.
Even so, its members were subtly influenced by the continent's master and rarely experienced great swings of emotion.
Yet at those words, the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect Master's hands, clasped behind his back, trembled slightly.
He nearly lost control and slapped the good-for-nothing Cao Yuxiu to death.
All he had done was go out with the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea. How had he come back ready to hand over his sect's most precious treasure—the very foundation of its existence—to someone else?
"Give me a reason I can believe!"
The old man suppressed his anger and, with great effort, forced down the arm he had already raised.
"On his first time gazing at the Mountain, he