Sent to a Barren Mountain, a Word Left in the Divine Heart

As he spoke, Divine Power rippled through Qiu Yan's sleeve, sweeping out to envelop the Mountain Envoy. It dragged him into the earth and began to shift him away.

Then, with the speed of wind and lightning, the surrounding scenery changed like a revolving lantern. Its outlines could no longer be made out; only streaks of color remained.

"Ugh!"

The rapid displacement made the Mountain Envoy feel as though his flesh could no longer endure it. His blood, flesh, sinews, and bones shuddered, as if bone and flesh were about to tear apart and his body was on the verge of collapse!

Fortunately, the displacement lasted only a few breaths before subsiding. The shifting colors of the scenery stabilized as well, but the Underworld Main Hall was gone, replaced by a desolate stretch of mountains.

The mountain was utterly bare, strewn with broken rocks from top to bottom. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but desolation—no vegetation, no wild beasts, not even a wisp of cooking smoke or a human voice.

"Where is this?" As he muttered to himself, the former Mountain Envoy immediately felt a mysterious force radiate from within his bloodline. It descended upon the mountain, joining him to it as though invisible threads connected them.

Nameless Hillock Keeper.

Those words naturally surfaced in his mind, leaving him at a loss. More importantly, this should have been a Divine Office belonging to a deity. Yet although a mote of white divine light lay buried in his flesh and blood, he could not wield even the slightest incense-fire divine ability. All that remained were the traits of a mortal body.

For a Divine Body to transform into flesh and blood was originally an ability possessed only by Third Grade deities. With the Mountain Envoy's current