Li Yuan, Five-Finger Mountain—this divine mountain that had fallen from the heavens had no shortage of legends in Great Li. It was just that with the upper echelons of Great Li stationed there, no disturbances had ever occurred.
Strangely enough, it had clearly fallen from the sky, yet as the Five Elements circulated, they had sorted out the surrounding Earth Veins, even bringing a little more vitality to the nearby mountain forests.
Hun Tiandi was the same as ever. Though he had been suppressed, he was not unable to move like Sun Wukong. Rather, because of the self-contained energy at the core of the mountain range, he could not leave the bounds of Five-Finger Mountain. Rather than suppression, it was more like being trapped inside the mountain.
Today, however, he discovered that the Mountain Guardians who kept watch outside the mountain range—both to monitor the remnants of the Soul Clan and to stop those who wandered in out of curiosity by mistake—had vanished. This piqued Hun Tiandi's interest. Thinking of Zhao Li's promise and their wager, he murmured to himself:
"Can someone with a personality like mine really not go far?"
If it had been an ordinary fifty years, then to him it would have been nothing more than a slightly longer seclusion. But these fifty years were different from before. He had become a prisoner, and the reason he was able to survive was someone else's charity. This experience naturally made him thirst for power even more. For the sake of power, he had not hesitated to play along with Zhao Li.
On one hand, he hoped Zhao Li truly was selfless and could let him become a Dou Di, giving him a chance to regain his standing. On the other, he mocked Zhao Li's arrogance, thinking him like