Jiang Yuechu came back to herself and looked up.
Ahead, between the clustered mountains, water vapor billowed and white mist shrouded the sky.
The Tiger Demon pointed a claw toward the vast stretch of lakes and mountains ahead, trembling as it warned her, "Formless Mountain is just up ahead. There's a formation here that forbids flight. If you try to cross it by force, the aura of Weak Water will dissolve..."
Jiang Yuechu's gaze shifted slightly, but she didn't respond.
She did the math.
She'd had over 4.7 million years of Dao Cultivation, but after spending lavishly again and again, she'd burned through more than 2.6 million.
She still had over two million years left in her pocket.
That should be enough...
With money to spare, she had confidence to spare.
Without further hesitation,
she took a step forward.
Golden light blazed, like a scorching sun.
She crashed headlong into the thick white mist.
The rear mountain of Formless Mountain.
Waters stretched into the distance, and mist lingered year-round.
This was a forbidden area of the Formless lineage, known as the Deep Abyss.
Ordinarily, few people ever came here, except for disciples who had committed serious offenses and were sent here to reflect on their misdeeds.
Now, however, there was a special guard here.
Inside a pavilion built from fine Water-Sinking Wood, Demon Emperor Hunyuan lay sprawled on the ground.
Although True Person Hanxian had kicked him all the way to the rear mountain to guard the gate,
in truth...
Demon Emperor Hunyuan spat out a bone he'd finished gnawing and narrowed his eyes contentedly.
This life was fit for the immortals.
Even back when he was a Demon Emperor ruling the Eighteen Caves on Spirit Mountain, he hadn't been this comfortable.
Back then, he had to watch out