After another half day of travel, the Nether River narrowed.
In the distance, a vast mountain wreathed in black mist appeared, shaped like a tomb.
Yet the mountain was truly enormous, incomparably lofty, shrouded in black smoke and covering a region hundreds of miles across.
The Nether River flowed out from that black mountain. However, the fog was simply too dense for anyone to see where its source lay. Many human cultivators had gathered a hundred miles outside the black mountain. There were not only experts from major powers, but also quite a few independent martial cultivators.
The Lei Clan's sixteen Metal Flying Boats hovered in the nearby sky. The mist enveloping the boats had dispersed, and from the ground, one could clearly see the Lei Clan martial artists standing aboard them.
Those martial cultivators all feared the Lei Clan martial artists. After all, the Lei Clan was one of the foremost great clans in the Nine Yue Territory, not someone they could afford to provoke.
The Dao Gate Cultivators of the Profound Purity Temple had gathered outside a forest to the northwest.
"Hey! Brother, you must not enter Burial God Mountain. It is a Death Forbidden Ground. Several martial experts have already died there," a kind-hearted person warned him.
Ning Xiaochuan had originally been running upstream along the Nether River, intending to return to the Black Mist Ghost Wasteland. Only after someone stopped him did he see the black mountain ahead.
The gaunt man who had stopped Ning Xiaochuan continued persuading him. "Brother, you are being far too reckless! Do you know that if you go any farther, you will reach Burial God Mountain?"
This gaunt man looked to be only around twenty years old. His martial cultivation was not high, but his eyes were clear, without the slightest