First, Ling Longtian, Ancestor Yuan Yin, Ji Ya, and everyone else had been taken into the Great Myriad Creation Bottle. Then came the pursuit of someone he was certain he could not defeat, the Black Bodhi Heavenly Mother. After that, the Saint King Sect's sect master and the young man in splendid robes dealt him a crushing blow, forcing him to use the same method as during the Beast Tide for a second time—hiding inside a demonic beast and escaping with its aid.
Although Wei Suo's fleshly body and divine sense were now riddled with holes compared to when he was at his peak, his will had instead been tempered into something even tougher. Carrying the Black Bodhi Heavenly Mother, he seemed like a humanoid divine weapon himself, indescribably resolute.
"That's the mountain!"
The moment he steadied himself amid the goose-feather snowfall, Wei Suo spotted the mountain marked on the robe Dong Rulai had left behind. His figure flashed, and he raced madly toward it.
Over these several thousand years, the glaciers and icy peaks in this region had changed somewhat. Many had become far lower than before, but their overall shapes had not changed at all. Moreover, the pattern Dong Rulai had imprinted on the robe was exceedingly simple—merely a few roughly similar outlines, without any precise indication of height. Now, it was instead exceptionally clear.
"This man went to every possible length to flee here, and he has actually reached his destination? What exactly does he intend to do? This place is utterly barren, a land where not even grass grows. There is no production here at all!"
Although the Black Bodhi Heavenly Mother had been restrained by Wei Suo and could not even move a finger, much less speak, she saw everything clearly. Such thoughts could not