"Have they surrounded us on all sides?" Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes, looking at the vast stretch of faint white mist ahead. It did not disperse even beneath the sunlight as he asked lightly.
"Indeed." Zi Ming nodded. "Though there are places I cannot see, I can still detect them through soul sense. These soul cultivators should be coming for me!"
"Mm, those maidservants of yours... I fear they cannot be found either," Li Zongbao said from the side.
"I hope I will never see one or two of them again in this life." Zi Ming's expression gradually calmed, and she spoke blandly as well.
"Let's go, Senior Brother. Let us see just what is so formidable about the soul cultivation of Million Meng Mountain!" Xiao Hua let out a long breath and pointed coldly toward the humanoid figure.
The dozen or so li of distance was covered in no time. Before them lay a barren, parched land without the slightest trace of green. In many places, yellow sand could even be seen.
Zi Ming looked around in puzzlement and murmured, "How strange. How could such terrain exist within our Meng Mountain?"
Yet she merely muttered that one sentence before her gaze was drawn to the humanoid figure.
Sure enough, the figure appeared different to Buddhist sense and to the naked eye. To the naked eye, it was a burly man about one zhang tall. He wore very little beast hide, leaving his limbs and other parts exposed beneath the sunlight. His skin was exceptionally dark, carved all over with bizarre runes. The runes resembled individual bone pellets, linked together by ghost heads as large as grains of rice. When sunlight fell upon them, they did not reflect the usual rainbow hues; instead, layer upon layer of green light slowly