Blood Pool

The forests were dense, and Weeping Blood Mountain towered high. Chen Mo had been fortunate enough to see the Kunlun Mountains in his past life, but compared to Weeping Blood Mountain, they were like a shaman before a great sorcerer. The Spiritual Qi here was exceptionally rich, with numerous waterfalls and flowing springs. Along the way, Chen Mo and Nangong Jinse had dug up several sacred herbs and stored them in their Storage Rings.

"We're almost there."

Chen Mo came to a halt. He sensed a peculiar aura, one so familiar it felt as though he had been born with it.

Though it was called Weeping Blood Mountain, there was not a trace of red to be seen. It was a grand spirit mountain, inhabited by ancient ferocious beasts and accompanied by rare divine herbs whose fragrance filled the air.

There had originally been formations around the mountain, but they had all dissipated by now. Chen Mo saw streaks of light racing toward the summit, while flying boats and carriages hovered high in the air around the mountain's perimeter.

A woman in a white dress stepped through the air, barefoot. With every step she took, radiant light rippled beneath her feet, propelling her forward a considerable distance.

She had left the Heavenly Prides of the other holy lands and the Demon Realm far behind.

"Fang Yueya. That is the Star-Picking Step of Ling Shuang Holy Land, one of the 108 Mystical Powers." Nangong Jinse looked up at the glow beneath Fang Yueya's feet, a hint of envy flickering in her eyes.

Chen Mo secretly nodded.

He had heard that Ye Yiren had also cultivated this movement technique, allowing her to travel a thousand miles in an instant.

As for the 108 Mystical Powers, they were the strongest among all mystical