Aware that others had arrived, they could roughly guess that the others had also come for a Dreamland mission.
After all, at a time like this, who would cross the Mountains and Seas to reach such a place?
Especially somewhere as strange and uncanny as this stretch of Peace Mountain.
Even the other old demons of the Demon Domain might not be able to find it.
Without that faint thread of guidance from Dreamland, ordinary cultivators passing through would probably overlook it without even realizing it.
Such a faint presence was rare even in the Nine Heavens Great Realm.
Demon Path cultivators had especially keen instincts. To evade most of their divine sense could only mean that some profound mystery lay within.
And that was indeed the case.
In the distance, Heaven Mountain stood atop the clouds. Rare blossoms and wondrous grasses covered its immense ranges, and gazing from afar, one could dimly see Colorful Phoenixes flying in pairs and hear the cries of Azure Luans.
It resembled a divine mountain beyond the mortal world, a place for carefree cultivation.
It was utterly at odds with the vast, rugged atmosphere of this ancient, wild land of the Demon Domain.
Yet, in the earth beneath that divine mountain-
A pitch-black rift in the void showed along the distant horizon, like an abyss in the deep sea.
It brimmed with a profound, shadowy feeling.
Within this territory of Peace Mountain, heaven and earth instead possessed less of their usual harmony and more of an incompatible resonance.
Their resonances contended with each other, yet neither merged with the other.
Situated within the Demon Domain, this place also seemed somewhat out of keeping with its other regions.
Moreover.
Almost anyone who arrived here would look at that magnificent divine mountain range and feel