Time flowed like water. The two full moons in the sky began to emit a faint red glow. Once the moons turned completely blood-red, Hell Divine Mountain would emerge.
It was precisely because the mountain's emergence drew ever nearer that the crowds at Ghost Cry Cliff had swollen to an explosive extent. Across this vast expanse, densely packed heads could be seen everywhere.
After arriving, sects with power and influence directly deployed their sect flying vessels, suspending them in midair and claiming the most advantageous positions.
Even some reclusive sects had begun arriving in force recently. The auras circulating around their experts made the spiritual energy between heaven and earth increasingly violent.
Because Yan Ling the monk had hit it off with Bai Yu at first sight, he had once invited him aboard the Great Thunder Sound Temple's flying vessel to discuss Buddhist teachings. Bai Yu had refused outright.
After all, he had only spoken to Yan Ling to secure himself a protective talisman. They were not familiar enough for that.
After suffering a setback, the Myriad Demon Palace had not shown itself again after returning to its flying vessel. The Nether Ghost Sect and the Glazed Moon Sect were in much the same state.
As more and more cultivators arrived, frictions became commonplace. From time to time, people fought over positions or old grudges, and the scenes were quite spectacular.
Yet as the color of the full moons deepened, those former clashes were suppressed by the prospect of profit.
It could be said that all of Ghost Cry Cliff was in a state of boiling fervor. The temptation of a heaven-grade divine mountain tugged at every heart.
Naturally, beneath that fervor, countless undercurrents lay concealed.
Hell Divine Mountain had always been strange. Since no one had ever returned safely