Demon God Mountain.
When Dong Qian heard those three words, her hand froze halfway to lifting her tea.
Only then did she raise her head. The look she gave Ji Yuan was full of disbelief.
What kind of place was Demon God Mountain?
A sacred mountain at the very center of the continent, it was the heart of the entire Demon God Continent and the holiest ground in the eyes of countless members of the Demon Race.
Everything within ten thousand li of it was forbidden territory.
The Dragon Race, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan—the Three Sacred Clans—guarded it together. That sight alone was enough to make anyone with ill intentions turn back.
Forget spies from the Human Race. Even direct descendants of the Sacred Clans had to pass layer upon layer of inspection to enter the mountain and cultivate.
Identity, bloodline, purpose—every detail was turned inside out.
Each year, dozens of Demon Cultivators died during those entry inspections.
And now Ji Yuan, a genuine human cultivator, was saying he intended to venture into Demon God Mountain.
"Junior Brother."
Dong Qian set down her teacup. Her voice was uncharacteristically grave.
"The Demon-Transforming Art I taught you is certainly a disguise technique rarely seen in this world. Even a cultivator at Peak Void Refinement might not see through it. But Demon God Mountain is different."
She paused, seeming to search for the right words. She did not want to discourage Ji Yuan, but she had to make the danger clear.
"Body Integration Realm cultivators are hardly rare on Demon God Mountain. The Body Integration Realm ancestors of those First Grade tribes go up the mountain every few days, whether to make a pilgrimage or discuss affairs."
"If you happen to run into even one of them, it'll be a calamity that