This was the worst possible outcome!
Ning Xiaochuan frowned deeply. Since even the Azure Queen had concluded that the Black Mist Ghost Wasteland had sunk into Burial God Mountain, Yu Ningsheng was likely truly inside Burial God Mountain.
"Burial God Mountain is fraught with danger. I must save her!" Ning Xiaochuan's gaze grew ever firmer.
Monk Tan Qian said, "Amitabha! I said long ago that we should go to Burial God Mountain, but none of you would listen. Fortunately, we hold one corner of a Fragmented Map, so we still have a great chance of breaking in."
Ning Xiaochuan flipped onto the back of the Two-Headed Stone Beast and raced madly toward Burial God Mountain.
Monk Tan Qian, Chan Chu, and Situ Jing swiftly caught up as well, leaping onto the Two-Headed Stone Beast's back one after another.
Seven days later, the group arrived beneath Burial God Mountain once more.
The outskirts of Burial God Mountain were already crowded with people, over ten times as many as during Ning Xiaochuan's last visit. Powerful figures from every major faction had rushed over, forming one independent camp after another.
Important figures from the Nine Great Clans and the Four Great Taoist Temples had all arrived, radiating unusually powerful auras that made every cultivator present feel immense pressure.
Several Mystic Beast Overlords from the Great Wilderness had also come. Gathered together, they seemed to be discussing something. When the Two-Headed Stone Beast ran beneath Burial God Mountain, it was immediately spotted by martial arts experts from the Thunder Clan.
"Ning Xiaochuan, let us battle again. Either you die, or I perish." Lei Yi leaped down from a Metal Flying Boat, gripping a Purple Dragon Spear as he charged before Ning Xiaochuan, its point aimed at Ning Xiaochuan's heart.
His entire body was wrapped