"This is Five-Finger Mountain."
Xia Ping flew nonstop for a full day before finally nearing Five-Finger Mountain. No Abyss Demons came after him anymore, because practically every Abyss Demon of any strength in the vicinity had already been wiped out.
He stood before the immense, towering Five-Finger Mountain. Five majestic peaks rose before his eyes, each one soaring into the clouds and stabbing straight into the heavens, with no end of the mountains visible at all.
Each mountain was even like an entire mountain range, stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers with an overwhelming grandeur.
Moreover, the five mountains seemed to form an ancient grand formation together, creating a terrifying golden barrier that blanketed hundreds of millions of kilometers around it, turning the area into a domain.
"Impressive."
Xia Ping was also a master well versed in formations, and at a glance he saw the formidable nature of this golden barrier. Dense Buddhist runes surfaced deep within it, composing passages of ancient scriptures.
Should any Abyss Demon dare approach, it would instantly be completely purified by Buddhist light.
Thus, not a single Abyss Demon could be found within several thousand kilometers. This was utterly a land of purification, a sacred ground of Buddhism, with a rich Buddhist aura permeating the surroundings.
Though this Buddhist light was poisonous energy to Abyss Demons, it was extremely friendly to ordinary life, like sunlight shining everywhere, brimming with vigorous vitality.
The abyssal aura clinging to Xia Ping was instantly purified by the Buddhist light here as he neared Five-Finger Mountain. Vast energy even poured into his body, healing his wounds.
"Hm?!"
Suddenly, Xia Ping's thoughts stirred. His divine sense detected a familiar aura rapidly approaching, rushing toward Five-Finger Mountain, yet this aura seemed to be in a sorry state.
Turning his head, he