Although Jueming's situation worried Seated Ming King, it was not so urgent that he had to rush there without pause. After all, he had not yet sensed that Jueming was in danger. Yet the ominous feeling he had perceived earlier was deeply concerning. As a Ming King Venerable, Dizuo could not possibly stand by and do nothing after encountering it.
There was still some distance to the Southern Wasteland, but Buddha Seal Ming King's escape speed was naturally extraordinary. In only a few days, he had swept past the coastline of the Southern Wasteland. Guided by his senses, he continued onward without the slightest hesitation.
Flying through thin clouds and mist, Seated Ming King's Mystic Eyes swept across all directions. Mortal cities could occasionally be seen below. Though the auras in those places were exceedingly jumbled, there was nothing amiss. The deep mountains and ancient forests also seemed entirely normal.
Yet Seated Ming King did not believe it was merely an illusion. Though the flourishing momentum of the human path had become increasingly clear, suppressing to some degree the rate at which filth arose in the mortal world, it was nonetheless a sign of chaos when viewed across Heaven and Earth as a whole. Demons, Monsters, Ghosts, and Goblins of all that was ill appeared with ever-increasing frequency. He could not overlook any possibility.
After another two days of flight, Seated Ming King gradually slowed. A thought stirred in his heart, and he eventually arrived above a great mountain abundant in spiritual qi.
Sitting cross-legged upon a lotus throne, Seated Ming King looked down at the scene below. Some peaks were gentle, others perilous; there were secluded valleys and Mountain Springs, and naturally forests lush with vibrant green. The mountain's spiritual qi circulated on its own, with surrounding spiritual qi