"Ming Yu, are they talking?" Xu Mang looked around frantically, despair written across his face.
"I can't see clearly... I can't hear clearly." Ming Yu spoke stiffly, his mind utterly shaken.
Was this a mountain of the Immortal Realm...
The mountain was unimaginably vast, as if it could swallow heaven and contain earth. Merely glimpsing one corner of it was enough to make one struggle for breath. At that moment, he felt as tiny as someone gazing into the starry sky.
Among the crowd were those trembling with excitement and those collapsed on the ground, muttering to themselves. Their worldview was being battered into collapse, then rebuilt anew. There was only shock.
And this great mountain of the Fushi Cult's Immortal Tomb was merely a drop in the ocean of the Immortal Realm.
In the distant sky.
Ling Qingzhi looked toward Chen Xun, and her gaze froze. An indescribable emotion unexpectedly welled up within her, as though an old friend had returned...
But he was not a disciple of the Fushi Cult.
Chen Xun raised his head, his eyes carrying the vicissitudes of countless ages. He clasped his hands deeply. "Fellow Daoist, I encountered a group of friends on the road. Might your sect be willing to take them in?"
"The Human Race..."
Ling Qingzhi mused inwardly, then returned the gesture. "They arrived with the Sage's Immortal Tomb and are fated with our cult. Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. We will not leave them wandering outside."
The uncertainty in her eyes had yet to fade.
This man was far too unusual. He had entered the Myriad Tribulations Time-Sand, then arrived beneath the mountain gate without drawing the attention of a single fellow disciple. His cultivation was likely exceedingly powerful, and his origins were equally mysterious.
His manner clearly showed that he