"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
The corner of Hai Bodong's eye twitched as he stared at the mountain several hundred miles away, across the Black River. The entire mountain was shaking violently, countless loose stones tumbling down its slopes.
Even from here, he could clearly hear the deafening booms that came from the summit from time to time. They had already continued for an entire day and night.
Hai Bodong inwardly counted himself lucky that he had not acted in the heat of the moment and actually attacked Hun Changqing. Judging by the commotion Hun Changqing was causing on that summit, his old bones probably could not have withstood even a single blow.
Hai Bodong had already replenished his Dou Qi and healed his injuries in this place brimming with yin qi. Once he had restored himself to peak condition, he had intended to leave, only to discover that as long as he did not court death by trying to cross the Black River and simply cultivated beside it, his cultivation improved remarkably quickly.
He had therefore sat cross-legged beside the little river and formed his cultivation hand seals, intending to cultivate. Yet the thunderous crashes and explosions from the mountain came without end, leaving his heart pounding with alarm and preventing him from settling into cultivation.
After an unknown length of time, the summit finally fell quiet. No further sounds emerged for a long while, and silence returned to the entire gorge.
Hai Bodong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had no idea what had happened on that mountain, he vaguely felt that the ultimate victor had to be Hun Changqing. Even Hai Bodong himself did not know why he was so certain.
Atop the mountain.
The vast ocean that had covered the summit was now gone. The trees