Rumble... The entire Misty Mountain shook, and the mist that had never dispersed year-round melted away at incredible speed beneath the lightning, gradually revealing its true face.
Xiao Lang... is truly too formidable! Xue Xue sighed inwardly. I spent more than ten years in uninterrupted seclusion before finally reaching late Foundation Establishment, yet looking at this... the distance between us has only grown greater! If I want to catch up to Xiao Lang, who knows what year or month that will be!
Rumble... The lightning that filled the sky bombarded Misty Mountain for the time it took half a cup of tea to brew. Then Xiao Hua gave another soft shout. "Open!"
Xue Xue saw a bolt of heavenly lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl, flashing as it pounced like a giant dragon toward a point within the restriction. Immediately afterward, a sound like boiling water erupted from that spot...
"Let's go!" Xiao Hua waved his hand and dropped into it. Xue Xue did not dare delay and rushed in after him. Within the mist, now thin as paper, a rift had been torn open.
After charging into Misty Mountain, Xiao Hua and Xue Xue arrived above the thousand stone steps. When the two clearly saw the scene upon them, their expressions changed drastically.
The thousand-odd steps were stained with blood. Several hundred Misty Mountain disciples lay sprawled across them, their groans rising and falling without end. Accompanying those groans... every disciple had curled into a ball, convulsing in agony!
At the top of the steps stood a monster around two zhang tall, neither fully human nor fully ape, looking up at the lightning flashing overhead. In one massive hand, it gripped a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator in torn Daoist robes. Specks of blood stained that cultivator's