As the Mountain Island devoured Blue Mountain, Fang Yun stood motionless atop it, his eyes tightly closed and his divine sense extended, examining the fissure in the blue peak.
Chāngchi had carved out that enormous fissure. A thick aura of malice and a foul, bloody stench emanated from within, lingering without dispersing like drifting ghosts.
Viewed from above, a large cavern lay within the fissure, with uneven walls and ground and some of Chāngchi's secretions. Apart from those, there was nothing inside.
Fang Yun could find no treasures, yet as the Mountain Island devoured Blue Mountain, it kept acquiring new ones.
Unwilling to give up, Fang Yun simply rode Flowing Current onto Blue Mountain and began examining it carefully.
This mountain resembled the Mountain Island as well. Its slopes were exceptionally smooth, as though deliberately cut, and its shape was that of a pyramid.
Flowing Current slowly climbed to the edge of the fissure. Fang Yun examined its interior with his own eyes, but everything looked just as it had before, with nothing unusual.
Fang Yun circled the entire peak. Nothing differed from what his divine sense had revealed; only his Mountain Island could obtain a steady stream of treasures while devouring it.
Fang Yun was about to leave when he suddenly felt the blood-dripping beast hide inside his Sea-Swallowing Shell stir slightly.
This object was too mysterious and extraordinary for an ordinary sea shell to hold. The Sea-Swallowing Shell, however, was reputed to have the power to swallow seas, so it could store and carry the hide.
Fang Yun tried taking out the beast hide, only to discover that it consumed no sacred qi at all. The hide appeared directly in his hand.
The malicious intent that had accumulated inside the cavern for untold years gathered together, turning into