Fang Yun searched for another two hours but found nothing else, so he crossed Bladepeak and flew toward the Skull-Offering Mountains.
After leaving Bladepeak's bounds, Fang Yun glanced back.
By rights, a Sainthood Territory like this should have accumulated at least five sacred qi clusters over a century. The others ought to be hidden somewhere, or had been so conspicuous that someone passing through had taken them.
For those in the Emperor Realm, a small Sainthood Territory like Bladepeak was not worth wasting time on.
On the topographic map in his Literary Palace, Bladepeak replaced a blank area. Fang Yun then followed the map, speeding toward the Skull-Offering Mountains.
Every race knew the Skull-Offering Mountains well, so unless they were Ancient Demons or wanted to trade with the mountain saint spirits, they would all give the place a wide berth.
Though the mountain saint spirits were kindhearted, their love of battle was known to all. Several Emperor Realm experts had once been trapped in the Skull-Offering Mountains, becoming their sparring partners before finally being killed. Only a handful had lasted until Burial Saint Valley's Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea Gate reopened and escaped by good fortune.
Dressed in blue, Fang Yun stood atop Walking the Blue Clouds and gazed ahead.
Azure peaks rose from the earth, as though formed from fragments of a shattered sky that had fallen to the ground, in stark contrast to Crimson-Black Mountain.
The peaks ahead varied in height. Even the lowest stood a thousand zhang tall, while the tallest exceeded a hundred thousand zhang.
This place had formed from the remains and sacred power of a Mountain Giant Great Sage after his death.
Time could wear away everything. This had once been a mighty Sainthood Territory where any Emperor Realm expert who entered would