"Ming Yu, are they talking?" Xu Mang looked around in all directions, his expression betraying a despairing air.
"Cannot see clearly... cannot hear clearly." Ming Yu spoke woodenly, his mind utterly shaken.
So this was a mountain of the Immortal Realm...
Its vast body beggared imagination, as though it could swallow heaven and contain earth. Merely glimpsing one corner of it made it hard to breathe. At that moment, he felt as insignificant as one gazing up at the starry sky.
Among the crowd were those stirred with excitement, those collapsed on the ground and murmuring. Their understanding of the world was repeatedly battered into collapse, then reshaped anew. There was only shock.
And this Immortal Tomb mountain of the Fu Shi Religion was merely a drop in the vast ocean of the Immortal Realm.
In the distant sky.
Ling Qing Zhi turned towards Chen Xun, her gaze faltering as an indescribable emotion suddenly welled up within her, as though an old friend had arrived...
But he was not a disciple of the Fu Shi Religion.
Chen Xun raised his head. His eyes contained the countless vicissitudes of time as he gave a deep cupped fist salute. "Fellow cultivator, I encountered a group of friends on the road. Might your religion take them in?"
"Humans..."
Ling Qing Zhi silently pondered, then returned the cupped fist salute. "They came with the Sage's Immortal Tomb and are fated with our religion. Rest assured, fellow cultivator. We will not leave them to wander outside."
Her eyes remained suspicious and uncertain.
This man was simply too unusual. He had entered the Ten Thousand Tribulations Time Sand, then arrived beneath the mountain gate without drawing the notice of a single fellow disciple. His cultivation was likely immensely powerful, and his origins were deeply mysterious.
His