I Just Told You to Keep Your Hands Out of the East-Why Is Your Disciple at Golden Rooster Ridge?

Golden Rooster Ridge.

The Shang Army's main camp had been built against the mountains.

Banners stretched for dozens of miles before the pass.

When Lin Yuan, Zhao Gongming, and Holy Mother Huo Ling arrived, no earth-shaking battle greeted their eyes.

Instead, everything was remarkably peaceful.

It was rather different from what the three had imagined along the way.

Zhao Gongming stood on a cloud, looking down at the camp.

"No fighting?"

Lin Yuan had already activated his Mystic Thunder Eyes.

"There was."

"Where?"

"Over there."

He raised a hand and pointed.

At a peak to the left of Golden Rooster Ridge.

An entire chunk was missing from the middle of the mountain.

The cut was extraordinarily smooth.

As though something had swept it clean away.

Looking farther to the side,

the lingering auras of several Western Regions treasures remained in the valley.

One golden alms bowl's aura had already slipped completely out of its owner's control.

Holy Mother Huo Ling frowned. "Five-Colored Divine Light."

"Yes."

Lin Yuan continued looking ahead.

Before long,

an immensely powerful aura emanated from Golden Rooster Ridge's main peak.

The five elements flowed in rotation.

Azure, yellow, red, black, and white lights of the Great Dao faintly alternated deep within the mountains.

Lin Yuan had barely taken two looks

when an intense stabbing pain struck his Mystic Thunder Eyes.

He immediately withdrew his gaze.

Zhao Gongming noticed.

"Can't see through it?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

"He's very strong."

Those words were entirely sincere.

Since attaining the Daluo Realm,

Lin Yuan could already discern the structures of many fellow cultivators' magical power.

But with Kong Xuan,

he could not see through them.

The auras of the five elements cycled through layer upon layer.

The moment he glimpsed one path,

another color of divine light covered it in the