On the mountain peak stood numerous towers meant for cultivation. It was clear that this place held some status within the ancient sect; at the very least, ordinary disciples would not have been qualified to cultivate here.
When Lei Qi landed on the mountain, he immediately sensed gazes turning toward him from all directions. These were people who had arrived before him. The mountain was so majestic that it stood out even within the vast Ancient Ruins, attracting quite a few people to search all over it for treasures.
A faint mist of Yuan Power drifted through the enormous mountain, obstructing visibility. Coupled with the many fierce demonic beasts lurking in its depths, ordinary people did not dare venture too deeply inside. But for Lei Qi, that was clearly no problem. Any demonic beasts he encountered could simply serve as practice.
After weaving through the deep forests for nearly half an hour, Lei Qi had encountered quite a few demonic beasts, but he had dealt with each one in a single punch. Perhaps because the stench of blood on him was too strong, nothing else dared block his path afterward. After advancing some distance, his footsteps finally slowed to a stop before a massive stone gate.
The stone gate was enormous and covered in moss, exuding an ancient aura. It had clearly once been inscribed with extremely intricate runes, but whether through the passage of time or some other reason, they had faded until they were nearly invisible. Still, Lei Qi could vaguely sense the immense power lingering within those runes.
The moment he arrived, he could clearly tell that someone had already been here.
Once he entered the stone gate, the light dimmed. Lei Qi sped along the mountain path, and as he continued onward, he discovered that the