Mount Golden was incomparably majestic, spanning ten thousand li and reaching straight into the heavens. It looked like the very center of the entire Western Continent.
Around Mount Golden floated islands one after another. Each island was wrapped in dense golden light, making it impossible to see what lay within.
Palaces stood across the surface of Mount Golden, each one looking supremely imposing.
This divine mountain left Ye Lin stunned. Buddhism was this lavish?
Just the mountain gate alone crushed the vast majority of factions.
It was simply badass beyond belief.
"Benefactor, this is where my Buddha resides. The place we are going is at the very top."
Seeing Ye Lin standing motionlessly in place, Golden Cicada's lips curled slightly upward. Nearly every cultivator who saw Spirit Mountain for the first time wore the same expression as Ye Lin.
This kind of thing had nothing to do with one's state of mind—it struck directly at the soul.
Unless one had seen a structure even more imposing than Spirit Mountain, one could not help losing composure like this.
"Alright, let's go. Spirit Mountain, huh? Interesting."
Ye Lin nodded with a smile. Beneath this golden mountain, he faintly sensed an intense killing intent—a tremendously powerful formation.
This formation was capable of threatening him.
One had to know that true immortals existed in the ancient era. The formations left behind from that time were enough to slaughter immortals, though those powerful formations had mostly been lost.
Now, only the top transcendent factions possessed such supreme formations.
If those transcendent factions wanted to besiege and kill an immortal, they still had a one-percent chance of succeeding.
Following Golden Cicada all the way to the summit of Mount Golden, Ye Lin discovered an immensely magnificent golden hall standing atop it.
The imposing grandeur of this