Mist Mountain was the most majestic, sprawling mountain range in the Mist Region, its crisscrossing ridges stretching for thousands of li.
Strangely, however, not a single spirit vein lay beneath this vast, imposing mountain range.
Never mind grade-two or grade-three spirit veins-not even the lowest grade-one vein could be found.
The spiritual energy here was also much thinner than elsewhere in the Mist Region, so few members of the Demon Race dwelled here, and spirit herbs and wondrous fruits rarely grew.
Ordinarily, this place saw few visitors, and cultivators set foot here even less often.
Yet in recent days, the surroundings of Mist Mountain had been unusually crowded, bustling with noise.
Everyone coming and going was a martial artist!
"So many people..." When Lu Lin reached the outskirts of Mist Mountain, a brief sweep of his senses revealed no fewer than a thousand martial artists gathered here.
Most were in the Xiantian Realm, but Golden Body Realm experts were far from rare. Just a cursory scan revealed more than a dozen people with powerful auras.
After asking around, he learned that the martial artists gathered here were not only from the Mist Region. People from several neighboring great regions had also hurried over upon hearing the news.
Then Lu Lin turned his gaze toward the depths of Mist Mountain.
He could clearly sense an astonishingly dense concentration of martial dao luck permeating the central area encircled by the mountains!
Luck had neither form nor substance. Ordinary people could not see it, only sense it.
The higher one's cultivation, the clearer that perception became.
Lu Lin closed his eyes and focused. He seemed to "see" the oceanic mass of martial dao luck deep within Mist Mountain forming a gigantic overturned bowl, shrouding that stretch of heaven and earth and forcibly shutting