Not long after Li Dao left, several figures appeared at the spot.
Everyone was startled upon arriving and seeing the devastation strewn across the ground.
"What kind of savage battle took place here? An entire mountain range was smashed apart."
"Look, there's blood left here! And this is fluff from the Pu Demon Tree. Could the Black Tiger Daoist have fought the Pu Demon Tree?"
"That must be it. And he must have been badly wounded!"
At those words, everyone's expression turned rather peculiar. Ever since entering the Hundred Broken Mountains, they had heard the Black Tiger Daoist's name incessantly.
Many cultivators were intensely curious about him. His mysterious identity, his powerful Daoist arts and divine abilities, and his peerlessly formidable treasures-every single one was difficult to ignore.
Obtaining even one of them would surely allow their strength to advance by leaps and bounds.
"The Indigenous inhabitants of the Hundred Broken Mountains will be emerging soon. To ensure his safety, we should hurry and find him!"
"Exactly. It would truly be a pity if such an outstanding talent died in the Hundred Broken Mountains. We must find him as soon as possible!"
"Indeed, indeed!"
Every face was filled with righteous conviction. As for what they truly thought, no one could know. Only they themselves knew.
Meanwhile, Li Dao raced hundreds of miles with Black Fiend before finally reaching an enormous lake.
Like a heavenly mirror embedded in the earth, the lake reflected the flawless sky.
Li Dao sat cross-legged beneath a large tree beside the lake, frantically absorbing the vital essence between heaven and earth.
Black Fiend stood guard beside him, though being forcibly roused from the illusion by Li Dao had left Black Fiend somewhat listless.
The great tree swayed behind him. Beneath it, Li Dao sat serenely, his