"So that's how it is."
Xia Ping sensed the sheer power and solidity of this invisible divine barrier. He now understood why, over countless eras, hardly anyone—not even invincible Saints—had been able to enter the core region of Sound Pattern Mountain.
This did not merely mean that the core region was extraordinarily dangerous. It was also because this divine barrier cut it off, making it impossible for ordinary Saints to penetrate.
If not for this divine barrier, then no matter how dangerous the core region of the Sound Pattern Mountain mystic realm was, over all these years there would surely have been some lucky and bold Saints who managed to explore its depths.
Yet this single barrier had cut off the investigations of the vast majority of Saints.
Even if some invincible Saints employed forceful methods and shattered the divine barrier, doing so would awaken some taboo deep within Sound Pattern Mountain, bringing down a horrifying calamity upon them.
Previously, several invincible Saints had relied on their immense strength to do exactly that. As a result, they triggered a terrifying Demonic Sound Tide. Their souls were instantly shattered, their bodies torn to pieces, and they fell completely in this place.
With those cautionary examples, no Saint dared force their way through again. As time passed, even fewer Saints could enter the core region of the Sound Pattern Mountain mystic realm.
"But the Angel Race hasn't given up. They're still staying in the outer region of Sound Pattern Mountain, studying the power of the divine restrictions here. Are they trying to silently break through the restriction formation and venture deep into the core region to uncover its secrets?"
Xia Ping felt that he had guessed the Angels' intentions, but he still needed to investigate the details. Besides, he was not far