The old man's face grew increasingly panicked, yet he was powerless to do anything.
"Golden Pouch Mountain is now one of the Unorthodox Nine Schools, famed for its alchemy. But the sect's records state that one person once happened upon Two Realms Mountain and obtained only a few scraps of its alchemical arts."
"Countless disciples of later generations searched for Two Realms Mountain, all without a trace. They trod through the hundred thousand mountains of the Southern Border, never knowing that Two Realms Mountain lay in the Central Yu Continent!"
"It seemed that the location of Two Realms Mountain was not fixed."
The old man asked in terror, "How did you learn of Golden Pouch Mountain?"
Xu Ci smiled. "I am the thirty-seventh-generation sect master of Golden Pouch Mountain."
You frowned. This "Old Devil" had finally revealed his identity.
No wonder he knew so much about Two Realms Mountain. He was actually the sect master of Golden Pouch Mountain, one of the Unorthodox Nine Schools—a great sect no less formidable than Mount Fangcun.
But... how had the master of a whole sect fallen into such a neither-human-nor-ghost state? Why did he need to share one body with someone else?
Xu Ci looked at the old man and chuckled. "You needn't make that face. Didn't the prophecy say it? Come upon meeting Xiang."
"Isn't that me, Lord Xiangliu?"
The old man shook his head. "Impossible, impossible. She said back then that she would return. She would come back for us. As long as we guarded this secret, no matter what we went through, when one attained the Dao, even chickens and dogs would ascend to heaven—we would rise to the upper realm."
"Who?"
Xu Ci stared fixedly at the old man in the dungeon. "Who would come back for you?"
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