On the abyss shore, only Sikong Jing remained.
Just as New Snow-Tempered Sword Spirit had said before, in order to protect Sikong Jing from being exposed, it too would be erased by the will left behind by the Nine Heavens Emperor. Sikong Jing's operation would come to an end here as well.
With the super sword intent, Demon-Control Mountain could hold on for another seven or eight years or so.
Rumble...
With the return of the two wills, Demon-Control Mountain began shaking wildly again. Sikong Jing tightly withdrew every aura on his body that could not be exposed as he gazed at the ceaselessly trembling Dark Demon Abyss...
He muttered, "It's time for me to go... and cross the tribulation of the Nine Calamities."
Suddenly, with another boom, Demon-Control Mountain shot away.
Naturally, it was still because the two wills had returned and collided. The giant mountain once again began charging, darting, and flying about at random, while all around Sacred Might True Emperor's Giant Tomb, cries of agony rang out one after another.
They had all been struck by the mountain. No one knew which direction it would crash toward; anyone hit by it had truly run into rotten luck.
Watching the giant mountain fly away, the people around the giant tomb could not help speaking up...
"The giant mountain is darting around again, and all the Great Emperor-level powerhouses have boarded it. What do we do?"
Earlier...
Some of the main forces from the various factions had boarded the mountain, while others had yet to get on. To be precise, most had failed to board it. After all, every faction had vast armies, and not all of them were powerhouses.
Now that their leaders, geniuses, and the like had gone up the mountain, they had no one to