Just as Qing Chen was about to set off, he happened to glance up, and his gaze was instantly riveted by a strange sight in the distance.
A moment earlier, a "Crimson Gate" had abruptly appeared out of thin air above a hall that stood somewhat taller than the surrounding peaks.
Before Qing Chen could react, more than twenty cultivators emerged from the gate, one after another.
Qing Chen's heart lurched. This is bad.
Almost instinctively, he darted sideways into a stone pavilion halfway up the mountain, cautiously crouching down.
It took little thought to guess that these people were almost certainly those Golden Core True Persons.
The First Grand Supreme and Third Grand Supreme have come in too. I must tread carefully. And there are those Golden Core cultivators from the outer islands.
After quite some time, he cautiously poked his head out.
Qing Chen discovered that the surrounding mountains and palaces, where streaks of Escape Light had occasionally flickered before, had now inexplicably fallen silent.
The Escape Light of cultivators weaving between the mountains vanished without a trace in an instant, as though the place were deserted.
Qing Chen looked closely and saw several True Persons from his own sect flying toward a peak on the left.
Most of the other True Persons were also speeding toward those three most imposing peaks. Not a single one went anywhere else.
Presumably, even Golden Core cultivators have their divine sense suppressed here. But just how much is it suppressed?
Why aren't the First Grand Supreme and the others going to the middle peak, which is clearly the most important one? Why head for the peak on the left instead? What mystery lies behind this?
Qing Chen pondered silently, a trace of caution in his eyes.
And so he waited quietly