A massive black boulder stood atop the mountain, utterly out of place among the surrounding yellow earth and rocks.
Streams of spiritual energy rolled in from every direction like converging rivers, finally flowing into the black boulder and vanishing.
At the foot of the mountain, a figure appeared. It was Yun Li, the seventh-stage Negative-Origin Turtle.
He glanced up, then tightened his Spirit-Isolating Robe and hurried toward the summit.
This was the Jinling Forbidden Ground. Although there was no flight-restricting formation, anyone who actually flew up would be lucky to get blasted back down; they might well lose their life.
When he reached the black boulder, two figures emerged from thin air.
"Venerable Yun Li, you cannot enter right now. The Earth-Origin Demon Lord and the Wasabi Demon Lord are both inside." The two peak-sixth-stage Negative-Origin Turtle guards recognized Yun Li.
Demon Lord Jinling used Yun Li to monitor the Yellow Earth Demon Venerable. After all, the latter was at the late seventh stage, not far from the seventh-stage peak, and might break through to the eighth stage in the future.
Yun Li also came to report in secret every few decades.
But it had not been long since his last report, which left them somewhat curious.
"Oh, all three lords are here? That is unfortunate timing indeed. I will wait to the side." Hearing this, Yun Li did not make things difficult for the two and made to walk aside.
Halfway there, he turned back and asked:
"By the way, guardians, has anyone from the Black Armor Race come this time? Are they going to attend the Mortal Dust Night Market?" Yun Li drew his hand slightly forward.
Two storage bags landed in their hands, one each.
"No one from the Black Armor Race has come, but you are