Bang...
Bang... bang...
He Pingsheng suddenly pushed hard beneath his feet, increasing his flying speed three times in succession and climbing ever higher.
Once he reached a certain height and looked ahead again, he saw a thousand peaks clustered together!
What a magnificent sight.
Peak after peak stood close together, forming a spectacular vista.
He Pingsheng knew that if this landscape had formed naturally, it had to be exceedingly rare.
It was very likely formed from the bodies of fallen members of the Witch Race.
"Open..."
He gave a low shout. Golden light flashed in his eyes as he activated the Void-Piercing True Eye Divine Ability.
He saw through every illusion before him.
Sure enough, some mountains were simply mountains, while others contained giant-shaped skeletons and some unusual fluctuations.
Clearly, mountains of this kind should be the divine bodies of Ancient Shamans.
But there were not many!
At a glance, He Pingsheng saw only two within a radius of ten thousand li.
And their grades were not particularly high.
By his judgment, these two corpses should belong to Witch Kings of the Witch Race.
After hundreds of millions of years of transformation, very little energy remained in these bodies.
Even if they entered them, they might not find anything good!
Boom...
But He Pingsheng still chose one and landed on it.
Looking down from above, he saw sheer mountain walls soaring thousands of feet high, jumbled piles of rocks, and pines and cypresses growing from cracks in the stone.
It was no different from an ordinary mountain range.
"Fellow Daoist He, why did you stop?"
The others also landed around He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng pointed beneath his feet and said, "This mountain is unusual... it should be the divine body of some Witch King from ancient times!"
"What?" Wei Zhiyi