Suddenly, the Investiture of the Gods halfway up the mountain blazed with light. A swath of golden radiance shot out and struck the Undying Daoist, sending him tumbling on the spot.
"Wushi, you brat!"
The Undying Daoist rose and stared at the golden radiance in the void, his expression savage, without a trace of serenity left.
"Bang!"
The golden radiance in the sky transformed into a gigantic golden hand and pressed down, knocking the Undying Daoist to the ground again with a bang.
"I hate you..." the Undying Daoist roared, forming seals with both hands and striking toward the sky.
"Boom!"
The great hand remained unchanged as it pressed down, slapping him away again before smashing him into the mountainside, leaving cracks across his body.
"The moment he releases even a wisp of supreme aura, he triggers the Investiture of the Gods. He can't stir up any waves!" The Black Emperor burst out laughing. They were now free of that oppressive might.
Even as a mere wisp of Primordial Spirit, the Undying Daoist was an utterly terrifying existence. Yet he could do nothing now, held firmly in check by the Investiture of the Gods.
"Ah!!!"
Finally, the Undying Daoist let out an unwilling cry. His body flickered and vanished from the spot, sinking into the mountain's interior.
After the Undying Daoist was suppressed, everyone headed down the mountain. They met no further obstruction, and everything went smoothly. Two hours later, they left Saint Cliff.
More than fifty great mountains stood together. The black mountain range they formed was not particularly vast, yet every step set the heart pounding and required a Saint to lead the way.
At last, before the sun set, they emerged safely.
The Old Madman looked at Taiyi, Ye Fan, Divine King Jiang, and the others, then