Heading to Buzhou Mountain Together

Huo Ling heard Yang Jian's question, and the shock on her face slowly faded.

She looked toward the northwest.

Over there, the clouds hung low, and heaven and earth seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

The aura of the Remnant of Buzhou Mountain had already come drifting from ten thousand li away.

Huo Ling said, "I want to go to Buzhou Mountain."

Yang Jian's eyes stirred slightly.

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit inside the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade also froze for a moment.

"What a coincidence."

Yang Jian said, "So do I."

Huo Ling was taken aback.

She had thought Yang Jian was only passing through and had casually saved her along the way.

She had not expected their destination to be the same.

Huo Ling looked at Yang Jian, a few traces of seriousness entering her eyes.

"Senior Disciple Brother is going to the Remnant of Buzhou Mountain as well?"

Yang Jian was a disciple under the Senior Disciple Brother of the Jie Teachings, so Huo Ling naturally had to address him respectfully as Senior Disciple Brother.

Yang Jian nodded.

"Mm."

Huo Ling asked, "To seek some spiritual object?"

Yang Jian said, "To temper my body."

Huo Ling's heart shook.

The Remnant of Buzhou Mountain was the place left behind by Pangu's spine.

There was Pangu's lingering might there, as well as the Killing Intent of the earth veins.

If an ordinary Golden Immortal drew near, even their Primordial Spirit would tremble.

If a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal was not careful, that lingering might could also shake and injure their Dao foundation.

Yet Yang Jian actually wanted to go there to temper his body.

Huo Ling could not help saying, "Senior Disciple Brother, your fleshly body is already this powerful, yet you still want to borrow