Gathering Before the Mountain

Beneath a clear sky stretching for ten thousand miles, three golden suns hung high in the heavens, their light pouring down over the land.

This world was destined to be hotter than the Cultivation World. At this moment, beyond a stretch of open woodland, over a thousand Soul Division Stage cultivators had gathered. All of them came from the Heavenly Dao Sect, and they had assembled here for the same purpose—the colossal mountain before them.

The enormous mountain had five peaks that soared into the clouds. From afar, they looked like five fingers, hence its name: Five Finger Mountain.

Several enormous runes were carved into the mountainside, emanating an ancient and powerful aura. Were mortals to approach, their blood and qi would surge, leaving them gasping for breath.

But this place lay far too far from Boundless Village. Unless someone was willing to spend more than a decade traveling here, they would never find it.

At this moment, several figures streaked across the sky. The cultivators on the ground raised their heads one after another, awe filling their eyes as they called out in unison, "Greetings, Throne Lords."

Several people descended from the heavens, their expressions cold and their eyes brimming with arrogance. An oppressive aura radiated from them, shaking the hearts of all around them. These were the most formidable existences among mid-Soul Division Stage cultivators, representatives of the strongest in this realm, bestowed with the title of Throne Lord.

Fu Baihou stood among them as well. He swept his cold gaze across the crowd, then looked toward Five Finger Mountain before narrowing his eyes slightly. "The other Throne Lords have not arrived yet?"

Hearing this, a woman beside him stepped forward and said softly, "Reporting to Throne Lord Fu, the remaining four Throne Lords are still on their