Mount Junya had formed from a True Lord's spine. Countless treasures already lay within the mountain, and it often radiated spiritual brilliance and precious light.
Today, however, the precious light radiating from Mount Junya was extraordinarily dazzling. Seven-colored precious light pierced straight into the sky with a momentum that seemed ready to shake the universe, so much so that even Zhang Yuan, traveling through the Great Void, faintly sensed it.
The precious light radiating from Mount Junya resembled a seven-colored bowl covering the entire mountain, forming a natural barrier that kept all cultivators out.
Zhang Yuan silently brought Cui Zhaowei to the foot of the mountain. Looking around, he discovered that quite a few cultivators had gathered there, all practically drooling over Mount Junya and itching to try their luck.
In a secluded corner, Zhang Yuan asked quietly, "There are a lot of people here. Why isn't the Ya Kingdom doing anything about them?"
Cui Zhaowei shook her head. "Mount Junya no longer belongs to the Ya Kingdom. Now that something has changed on the mountain, and a supreme treasure seems to be emerging, many cultivators have been drawn here. How could the king or my father dare overstep their authority?"
Although Mount Junya still stood within the Ya Kingdom's borders, it actually belonged to the Ao Kingdom. Without word from the Lord of Ao or the Aohai Cui Clan, Jiang Lingche and Cui Qiezhe could do nothing, even if they wanted to intervene.
Zhang Yuan nodded, concealed his aura, and extended his perception.
Rogue cultivators from the Ya Kingdom made up nearly ninety percent of those at the mountain's foot. The remaining ten percent were aristocratic clan descendants who had come upon hearing the news. Two of the Five Surnames and Seven Great Clans were represented: the Jingyang Li