The sound rang out across Heavenly Battle Mountain like a mighty bell. Then the immortal herb's ceaselessly circulating spiritual aura gradually dissipated.
This change startled Xiao Yong and the many monsters outside Heavenly Battle Mountain. They knew something had happened to the spiritual treasure within, but not what.
"Lord Xiao, something must have happened inside your mountain, hasn't it?" "Exactly! Why keep tangling with us here?"
"Why don't we go and investigate together?"
Xiao Yong was equally uncertain, his heart full of worry. Had something happened to Old Vine?
Just then, some strange change seemed to occur around them. He could not say what had changed, but things felt distinctly different. Xiao Yong looked up at the sky. Clouds seemed to have appeared in many places all at once, without ever gathering.
To his spiritual senses, a change seemed to emanate from Heavenly Battle Mountain, spreading into the distance in an instant.
If the earlier change had merely been a shift in the immortal herb's spiritual workings and the dispersal of its circulating aura, now everything had swiftly settled into stillness, as though none of those disturbances had ever existed. Even the currents stirred by the monsters' fighting grew calm.
Xiao Yong noticed this, and so did some of the demon cultivators who stubbornly refused to leave the mountain's outskirts.
Yet that was all they could detect: a few clouds seemed to have appeared in an instant, the wind seemed to have suddenly softened, and nothing more.
Still, it made many demon cultivators realize something.
"A restriction! Someone must have cast a restriction beyond our understanding!" "Indeed! That would explain this barely perceptible sense of change!"
"Lord Xiao, let us go and take a look together!"
In the world of many demons, strength was established through battle. Though Xiao Yong