This situation, impossible to calculate and impossible to see through, truly sent chills down one's spine.
Had they not compared it against the old map of the Demon Domain, no one would have thought that this stretch of wilderness had once contained a pitch-black, level, bizarre mountain.
Nor would they have imagined that this was the first place where the aura of the Devil Master's Great Dao had manifested.
Perhaps, after the passage of time, this place too would gradually become wilderness. Yet no one would know just how earth-shaking and soul-stirring its past had been.
The commotion surrounding Ghost Mountain had vanished without a trace.
An elderly cultivator cast a profound gaze toward it, but could not discern even the slightest remnant of demonic aura.
His face wore an expression of sheer terror.
"Longevity was bait."
When a certain old venerable looked over, he seemed to have seen something and uttered those words.
It naturally sparked discussion throughout Floating Light.
"So it really was a trap. Ghost Mountain is gone, and the others are gone too."
"But the Devil Master's Reincarnation is still there."
"But if the Devil Master's Reincarnation does not reclaim the Great Dao of his previous life, how can he awaken again?"
Quite a few cultivators were utterly bewildered. They could not understand how, in the span of a single night between closing and opening their eyes, they had heard such a shocking piece of news.
Ghost Mountain had vanished, and the entire surrounding region had turned into flat wilderness.
The transformation of seas into mulberry fields was not the most astonishing part.
What was even more astonishing was that, before this, no one had been able to detect when this upheaval had occurred.
What kind of scene had unfolded at Ghost Mountain then?
"The Longevity