The commotion on Mount Yao was practically earth-shaking, and in the heart of the Central Plains at that. It had long since drawn the attention of countless people.
Yet the martial world had already taken notice and encircled all of Mount Yao. Even if other factions had the desire, they lacked the strength to act.
On Misty Peak outside distant Pingyang City, Zhang Xiaohu, having received a disciple's report, stood atop the summit and gazed into the distance. At the sight of such a dazzling spectacle, his heart stirred slightly.
"Great Gang Leader... this... could it truly be a passage to the Immortal Realm? Mount Yao is extremely close to our Misty Manor. Great Gang Leader... should we...?" Hu Yunyi narrowed his eyes, his clenched fist trembling faintly as he struggled to suppress his excitement.
"Heh heh, Elder Hu, do you also want to head to Mount Yao and join the excitement? See whether there might be some immortal fate there?" Zhang Xiaohu drew a deep breath, his eyes still fixed upon the ball of light over Mount Yao as he asked in a low voice.
"Yes. Not only this subordinate—others, I fear, are thinking the same way!" Hu Yunyi glanced around and smiled.
"Are you all thinking the same thing?" Zhang Xiaohu reluctantly pulled his gaze from that ball of light, turned around, and looked at the crowd. Though their faces were not flushed, a faint glimmer of blood-red light flickered in every pair of eyes.
"Reporting to Great Gang Leader... this subordinate also has such thoughts!" Wen Wenhai was Zhang Xiaohu's master, so he was the first to answer.
"Elder Li, do you also... want to?"
"Heh heh, Great Gang Leader, it would be a lie to say I do not. Looking at this, if a staircase truly