Spiritual Mountain.
This was the only name that surfaced in Zheng Qing's mind as he looked at the enormous, life-filled figure before him. He felt as though he were a pilgrim standing at the foot of Spiritual Mountain, gazing up at the truth and the one and only of this world.
The "pages" Old Man Ruo Yu had cut open slowly closed behind Zheng Qing and Colmar, sealing the summer heat from Puji Island on the other side as well. There was no wind at the foot of the mountain, yet beneath the shroud of shadow, Zheng Qing still felt threads of coolness flowing through the air, despite being only a divine thought attached to Edge Type-1.
This was not a chill brought about by changing temperatures.
It was the Yin energy a dead Legendary Wizard had left behind in the world.
Just as he sensed that unusual aura, Colmar had already strolled forward and stepped onto the rugged "mountain path." Just as an elephant's rough skin was essentially no different from cracked earth in an ant's eyes, the shell of a Legendary Wizard was a true stone mountain in the eyes of ordinary wizards.
Whether this upward "mountain path" was a trace left by the wizards who had repaired this shell, or a pattern on the robes of this legendary being, it was desolate either way. Other than him and Colmar, there were no other living things along the route.
Jagged rocks lined both sides of the "mountain path," arranged in dense layers like scales along a dragon's back, though they were not connected very tightly. Every so often, a fork would appear, each one equally broad or narrow and equally deep.
If Zheng Qing had been asked to choose, he definitely would not have known which path to