Mount Tiandang, one of the Life Forbidden Zones of the Eastern Wasteland, had always been a mysterious, unfathomable place of legend in everyone's eyes, favored by heaven and earth yet fraught with danger.
Such legendary places had always been synonymous with heaven-defying fortunes of the Great Dao. People coveted the supreme opportunities Mount Tiandang might hold, and the hardships and dangers within seemed only to corroborate their existence, making this ancient forbidden zone all the more alluring.
Even though no one had ever left this ancient demon mountain alive, even though a Dao-Slaying King invincible in his time had perished within, nothing could stop generation after generation of adventurers from rushing to their deaths in this demonic den that even Quasi-Venerables had to avoid.
Ultimately, this was an age of Dao hardship. Supremes were absent, the Saint Dao had vanished, and kings were hard to find. Under these circumstances, much knowledge and many legacies had abruptly lost their continuity, buried deep alongside the reserves of undying powers, long since forgotten.
Whether in the past, present, or future, there would always be those trapped by desire who ultimately perished within forbidden zones, never understanding the root of it all even in death.
Standing outside Mount Tiandang, He Mu casually swept his gaze over the surroundings and discovered several dozen people. Even the weakest had reached peak Dragon Transformation, while the strongest was actually a Dao-Slayer capable of standing invincible in the present age. This alone showed how alluring the legends of Mount Tiandang were.
Among them was the Netherworld Venerable, who had sealed his own memories and cultivation. Using a source method, he had transformed himself into a ruddy-faced, black-robed fatty and was now prowling furtively outside Mount Tiandang, glancing around from time to time.
Knowing the Netherworld Venerable as