Li Qing could not help looking toward Hell Mountain. "Should I go take a look?"
"Ghost Path cultivators are still feeding whatever exists in that mysterious world beneath Hell Mountain. I wonder what it's like down there now."
After a moment's thought, Li Qing silently used the Great Duplication Spell!
A duplicate of his Divine Body stepped out, wearing a duplicate Unmemorable Hat and Heaven-Shrouding Divine Robe. In a flash, it sped toward Hell Mountain.
The duplicate took only an hour to reach the area around Hell Mountain.
The mountain still stood barren, towering and lonely, steeped in an inexplicable cold. Nothing grew around it; all was deathly still.
The duplicate quietly headed beneath Hell Mountain. After winding through the terrain, it soon found a cave leading underground.
The upper half of Hell Mountain was shrouded year-round in endless mist. That mist was a great formation formed by the Ten Halls of Ghost Path, and getting inside would not be easy.
The only way he could enter was from beneath Hell Mountain.
As Li Qing went deeper, he gradually frowned.
He found almost no trace of anyone in the tangled network of caves.
On his last visit, he had come across signs of cultivators every so often. Now there were none.
"Did they leave no cultivators in Hell Mountain?"
A strange look flickered in his eyes as he continued deeper.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, half an hour had gone by.
A dark red glow filled the underground passages. Its color was steeped in evil; merely standing within it could give rise to wicked thoughts.
Li Qing's expression grew graver. After winding through the passages, he reached the mouth of a tunnel.
Ahead lay the vast cavern that had held countless souls!
Rather than rush to