"Everyone, let us meet again on the Ancient Road."
After Bai Yi, Lü Qingmo and the others exchanged smiles and stepped into the Ancient Road vortex one after another.
For them, with their talents and aptitudes, a day would come when they made it through this stretch of the Ancient Road and gathered once more.
As their figures vanished into the Ancient Road vortex in succession, silence returned to the entire Sacred Mountain.
Only the layers of distortions in the Great Dao formed when the Ancient Road opened still spread through the void from time to time.
"Heh heh, since you're here, why keep skulking about?"
Minglang raised his head and looked mockingly toward the darkness deep within the chaos.
Within that darkness, a distorted, indistinct figure appeared against the chaos. Like a wandering ghost, it seemed not to exist within this space and time, yet it very tangibly made this expanse of heaven and earth ripple slightly.
"You... should not... have interfered in this."
A grating voice like scraping glass echoed, causing the Sacred Mountain, which had just settled into peace, to radiate streams of light once more, keeping the voice at bay.
"What business is it of yours whether I interfere?"
Thick mockery laced Minglang's words, silencing the shadow within the chaos.
The already trembling space shook violently, like boiling water.
"Minghuang... your Desolate Clan are nothing but dogs that fled down from the upper realm long ages ago. You were lucky enough to gain the divine mountain's protection, and now you dare bark before us!"
The shadow's hoarse voice echoed as the chaos churned, seemingly about to destroy the Sacred Mountain utterly at any moment.
"You have no say in my Desolate Realm!"
Minghuang snorted coldly. A golden throne manifested behind him, and the power of the