In the blink of an eye, twenty thousand years passed.
The higher they climbed up Mount Buzhou, the steeper it became.
By the end, it was almost perpendicular to heaven and earth, with absolutely nowhere to set foot.
Lin Tian and the Little Beast Emperor sat on Ghost Chariot's shoulders.
Ghost Chariot's two bird claws gripped Mount Buzhou's smooth, wall-like cliff firmly.
Without slowing in the slightest, Ghost Chariot continued climbing toward Mount Buzhou's summit.
Even so, the pace was considerably slower than before.
Past the halfway point, Mount Buzhou's tidal pressure could no longer be called a tide. It was a tsunami.
Each surge of pressure made Ghost Chariot's nine heads crack and pop, sending blood and vital energy surging chaotically through Ghost Chariot's body. Several times, Ghost Chariot nearly made a misstep and tumbled off Mount Buzhou.
If that pressure knocked Ghost Chariot off Mount Buzhou, the outcome would undoubtedly be a fall straight into the Kirin Tribe's habitat at the foot of the mountain.
And becoming the Kirin Tribe's prey.
After all, the reason the Kirin Tribe, who never climbed the mountain, had claimed the surrounding area as their Tribal Grounds was to sit by the stump and wait for rabbits—to wait for the various Primordial World Creatures climbing the mountain to fall, then take the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and other valuables those creatures had plundered on Mount Buzhou.
One day.
The Little Beast Emperor crouched on Ghost Chariot's shoulder, between the nine heads.
Suddenly, the Little Beast Emperor sensed a trace of energy from heaven and earth.
The Little Beast Emperor immediately extended a four-zhang-wide paw and made two gestures on Ghost Chariot's shoulder.
The meaning was: The formation inscriptions are stirring. There's treasure here!
Ghost Chariot immediately stopped.
Two bird claws