Immortal Spirit Pavilion

The group was large, so they made no effort to conceal their tracks and pursued the Swift Thunder Harrier directly.

Yet the Swift Thunder Harrier was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a great mountain wrapped in lightning appeared before them.

The mountain was not tall, only around a thousand zhang.

Nor was it steep; its slopes were gentle.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky above the mountain, a vast expanse of black.

The clouds hung so low that, standing atop the mountain, one might have been able to reach out and touch them.

Lightning flickered within the clouds, thunder boomed, and together they formed a terrifying web of lightning.

Every bolt twisted and slithered like a monstrous serpent, tearing the sky into fragments.

Strangely, once this lightning burst through the dark clouds, it would automatically weaken.

Thus, the closer one was to the foot of the mountain, the weaker the lightning became, roughly equivalent to the full-force strike of a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator.

The closer one came to the summit, the stronger the lightning became.

Every bolt of lightning at the summit was comparable to the full-force strike of a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator.

The mountain was bare, with nothing upon it but black rocks.

Whenever lightning struck the mountain, a ring of black formation patterns would light up on the ground and absorb it.

Outside the mountain stood a hemispherical barrier that enclosed both the mountain and the dark clouds, preventing them from raging outward.

Clearly, someone had set up a lightning-path formation on this mountain.

"What a powerful lightning-path formation. Even we would likely find it difficult to climb this mountain," Lan Chen said in amazement.

"Look!" Mo Yexue suddenly cried out. "There seems to be something at the summit."

Hearing this, everyone immediately looked toward