Banquet Radiance Mountain stood at a pivotal junction of the earth veins. From its heights, one could gaze out at Heavenly Tribulation Mountain, Azure Field, and Light Cliff standing around it.
Formations had long since been laid across the mountain, and the earth veins dug open. Dark, unfathomable killing intent gushed out, following the formation patterns to envelop the entire mountain. It had only three peaks, each crowned with a formation flag that governed the array.
A grand hall stood there, built of black stone and adorned with white bones, sinister and terrifying. Named the Ritual Shrine, it had originally been where Heavenly Poison Mountain prepared ritual sacrifices and nourished ghosts and gods. Now its occupants had left and the hall stood empty, handing a windfall to a band of rogue cultivators and witches.
The hall was utterly bare. Clearly, Heavenly Poison Mountain had carried away everything when they left. Three freshly carved stone chairs stood inside, each occupied by someone at the late stage of foundation establishment.
Shuchun had changed into a dark green robe. His brows and eyes looked kindly, and a smile rested on his face as he turned to the other two and said:
"Well? I told you that if we held Banquet Radiance Mountain and sent subordinates to watch the other three, we could use the formations to travel between them at any moment. That would be enough to keep the immortal cultivators out."
On his left sat a disgruntled boy who looked no more than ten, dressed in maroon. Yet when he spoke, his voice was that of a hoarse old man.
"What good does that do? Someone has taken all four mountains to the north, and those people slaughtered my men outright. What happens if they come here?"
Shuchun's genial smile remained. A