Jiang Yuechu came back to her senses and looked up.
Ahead, moisture hung between the mountains, and white mist sealed the sky.
The Tiger Demon extended a claw toward the vast Water Marsh Mountain Range ahead and warned shakily, "Formless Mountain is up ahead. These marshes have a flight-forbidding formation. If you force your way across by air, the aura of weak water will dissolve..."
Jiang Yuechu's eyes flickered, but she did not respond.
She tallied her accounts.
Of her more than 4.7 million years of Dao Cultivation, her successive splurges had consumed over 2.6 million.
She still had more than two million years in her pocket.
That should be enough...
Deep pockets made for solid confidence.
She hesitated no longer.
She stepped forward.
Boom.
Golden light blazed like a scorching sun.
It slammed brutally into the thick white mist.
Behind Formless Mountain.
Marshes stretched endlessly, shrouded in mist that never dispersed all year round.
This was the forbidden ground of the Formless Lineage, known as Sinking Abyss.
Ordinarily, few set foot here aside from disciples punished for grave offenses, sent to face the wall and reflect on their mistakes.
Now, however, it had acquired a special guardian.
Inside a pavilion built from fine waterlogged timber, Demon Emperor Hunyuan lay sprawled on the floor.
True, Hanxian True Person had kicked him into the rear mountains to guard the gate.
But in reality...
Demon Emperor Hunyuan spat out a gnawed bone and narrowed his eyes in contentment.
This was simply the life of an immortal.
Even when he had been the Demon Emperor of the Eighteen Caves on Spirit Mountain, he had never enjoyed such comfort.
Over there, he had needed to guard against other Demon Emperors' schemes and worry about whether the lesser demons beneath him would rebel.
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