If he cast another spell, Black Mountain would explode with unstoppable force like an erupting volcano, reduced to dust between heaven and earth. The contingency left behind by those black-robed men was vicious beyond measure.
You Ying had not been admiring any masterpiece of his just now. His heart had been flooded with absolute horror, and his face had gone slack. He had fallen into a trap!
Yet before outsiders, he still had to remain composed and maintain Black Mountain's form. Only then would no one notice that he wanted to flee. There was clearly already a traitor among those around him.
He trusted no one now. He knew that a true calamity had set its sights on him!
You Ying quietly drew a breath. He had cultivated multiple life-saving methods: rebirth from a drop of blood, reincarnation arts, the art of tearing apart the Immortal Dao Origin, and more...
Half a day later.
He entered Black Mountain, seemingly going into seclusion to cultivate, but in truth preparing to flee. He no longer trusted the Ten Directions Heavenly Dao Sect either. He was not some old monster's disciple.
Half a month later.
All traces of You Ying vanished completely, yet his corpse appeared on an unnamed path in the Eastern Wasteland, transformed into a Black Mountain. Even at the moment of his death, his aura between heaven and earth had been concealed, and no phenomenon of Heaven's Weeping descended.
This Great Heavenly Venerable Realm cultivator, who had roamed the Desolate Heaven Domain for tens of thousands of years with the blood of countless living beings staining his hands, perished so bleakly—without a sound. He was even discovered by a Little Ghost...
The matter stirred up a tremendous uproar in the Eastern Wasteland. A dignified Tribulation Transcendence Great Heavenly Venerable Realm