Nine Become One in the Pursuit of the Dao, the Divine Mountain of the Scroll Entered the World

The mountains were green and lush, Wuyun fine as mist.

It was a place where the full visage of the mountains could scarcely be seen.

Yet it lay in this stretch of the West Sea.

The first corner of Heaven of Universe to join with the manifested Nine Heavens was a range of mountains.

Immediately afterward, layers upon layers of Human Path fortune seemed to transform into thousand-zhang cloud dragons, racing into the distance.

Amid the rumbling clamor, several strands of radiant golden fortune flickered in and out within that sea of cloud qi.

One figure had bright, spirited eyes.

He stared fixedly at those mountain ranges, beautiful and clear.

His face was tense.

Yet at this moment, he was dividing his attention in two, conversing with that strange old master of a supreme treasure in his sea of consciousness—one of peculiar origins, peculiar temperament, but immense strength.

The stone tablet was always wreathed in a faint gray-ink gleam. Countless faces upon it had their eyes shut.

It was as if, after losing all life, only thin shells of flesh remained, drifting within the tablet.

Huang Wuxuan took a deep breath.

"Old Stone, you said that the Human Path fortune of Heaven of Universe has manifested, but that the time still isn't right. What did you mean?"

"I saw that man. The Human Path fortune upon him is exceedingly robust."

His second sentence carried a trace of killing intent toward Ling Congzi.

Had the stone tablet not stopped him, he would likely have gone to intercept and kill that man the instant he left that dao arena.

"He is a variable."

The stone tablet did not simply leave the boy to his own devices.

Within his sea of consciousness, an ancient voice seemed to drift through empty air, fixed nowhere,