Layered Mountains Continent was in turmoil. Sleeping Mountain's return and the reestablishment of the Mountain-Chasing Dao were like a ferocious beast plunging into a deep pool, instantly churning its waters muddy.
Greater Dragon Ridge, the second mountain range stretching across Layered Mountains Continent, was even more treacherous in terrain than Lesser Dragon Ridge.
Hundred Barbarians Mountain was a spirit mountain hidden deep within Greater Dragon Ridge. It was the ancestral land of the Barbarian Clan. A great hall built from piled boulders stood atop it, unmoved no matter how wind and snow battered it.
At this moment, several elders of the Barbarian Clan had gathered within the Barbarian Clan Sacred Temple atop Hundred Barbarians Mountain.
"Sleeping Mountain isn't dead after all. He has returned."
"Just as expected. I knew that old monster wouldn't die so easily."
Amid the flurry of discussion, the Barbarian Clan elders were somewhat surprised by Sleeping Mountain's return, but not unable to accept it.
Compared with others, they undoubtedly understood Sleeping Mountain and the Mountain-Chasing Dao more deeply. After all, the two sides bore deep grudges and had clashed more than once.
"Enough. Since Sleeping Mountain has returned, we must make the necessary preparations. The Mountain-Chasing Dao has only just been reestablished, so that old fellow probably will not do anything for now, but we must be on guard."
"Also, speed up the collection of materials for the medicinal bath. Do not allow any mishaps."
Watching the chattering crowd, Barbarian Bone, the Barbarian Clan's First Elder, spoke. His body was thin and shriveled, utterly out of place among the brawny Barbarian Clan elders around him. Yet the instant he opened his mouth, every elder fell silent.
"We shall obey the First Elder's instructions."
After exchanging glances, the Barbarian Clan elders all bowed in acknowledgment.
Before long,