What appeared before Li Ling now was the mountainous landscape of the Demon Kingdom, an endless succession of overlapping peaks. The vast Divine Bird Mountain stood more than ten thousand li west of Bashan and was itself a towering mountain, yet beside the enormous Bashan, which resembled a pillar holding up heaven and earth, it was no more than a little dwarf standing alone beneath Bashan's knee.
Clouds and mist wreathed the foot of the mountain, their oceanlike layers obscuring the view. Ordinary eyes could never have seen its summit, but Li Ling's Dharma Eye blazed like a torch. He soon pierced the clouds and saw a great tree growing at the top.
The tree was roughly thirty thousand zhang tall, its crown like a magnificent canopy. Strange, multicolored spiritual radiance drifted around it, lending it a dreamlike air.
Li Ling felt he was too far away to see it clearly, so he began moving forward.
Several auras at the demon king level entered his perception. They were scattered across several hundred li, hazy and indistinct. One was nearby: a burly fellow with two horns on his head, seemingly an ox demon, swimming in a half-frozen lake.
Li Ling ignored them and flew straight upward.
He was climbing the mountain through soul projection.
The mountain rose hundreds of thousands of zhang high. On the Earth of his previous life, it would already have protruded beyond the atmosphere.
Halfway up, fierce winds howled and biting cold swept over him. Even with Li Ling's present cultivation and strength, he felt a chill. An ordinary Nascent Soul Realm cultivator at the night wandering stage who projected their soul here would surely be frozen, their soul unable to return.
This was also one of the divine tree's natural protections.
However, his inborn Yang Spirit