"I came to trade," Fang Yun said, getting straight to the point.
"Please."
The Mountain Saint Spirit's voice was rather stiff and wooden. It was a stone speaking, after all.
Fang Yun nodded and continued flying forward.
Fang Yun examined the Saint Spirit closely. Outwardly, it was simply an enormous stone figure. Aside from the sacred qi rippling around its body, there was nothing remarkable about it.
Then the Mountain Saint Spirit fell backward onto a mountain peak. Its body rapidly changed shape, becoming an ordinary large rock, before sliding down the slope to the foot of the mountain. Finally, it lay motionless like any other boulder.
Fang Yun smiled faintly. There were very few Mountain Giants in the Ancient Demon Clan, and he had never seen such a scene in the Mountain Bearer Inheritance. This was his first time witnessing it.
Fang Yun continued flying forward. Along the way, he encountered both humanoid Mountain Saint Spirits and Mountain Saint Spirits that had turned into rocks. None stopped him.
Before long, Fang Yun finally reached the edge of Sacred Fang Peak.
Many large rocks lay scattered along the mountainside and at the foot of Sacred Fang Peak, their colors ranging from dark to light. A rough count put their number at no fewer than a thousand. Including those hidden behind the peaks, there had to be at least ten thousand Mountain Saint Spirits here.
However, most of the Mountain Saint Spirits had fallen into a deep slumber. They would awaken only when Sacred Fang Peak came under attack.
A Mountain Saint Spirit who had attained Sainthood was said to slumber in the highest mountain range of Sacred Fang Peak. This was the guardian of the Skull-Offering Mountains, the lord of the Mountain Saint Spirits.
Fang Yun stopped in midair and