If he cast another spell, Black Mountain would explode with unstoppable force like a volcanic eruption, blasted into dust between heaven and earth. The hidden move left behind by those black-clothed people was truly vicious.
Nether Shadow had not been admiring any masterpiece of his just now. Rather, an absolute sense of horror had permeated his heart, leaving his face slack with shock. He had been schemed against!
Yet before outsiders, he still had to maintain his composure and keep Black Mountain molded, lest others see that he wanted to flee. Clearly, there was already a traitor among those around him.
He trusted no one now. He knew that a true great calamity had set its sights on him!
Nether Shadow secretly drew a breath. He cultivated many life-preserving methods: Blood Rebirth, the Reincarnation Technique, techniques that tore apart the Immortal Dao Source, and more...
Half a day later.
He entered Black Mountain. On the surface, he appeared to be cultivating in seclusion, but in truth, he was preparing to flee. He no longer trusted the Ten Directions Heavenly Dao Sect either; after all, he was not one of those old monsters' disciples.
Half a month later.
All traces of Nether Shadow had completely vanished, yet his corpse appeared on an unnamed path in the Eastern Wasteland, turned into a Black Mountain. Even at the moment of his fall, the aura of heaven and earth around him had been concealed, and no Sky Weeping Phenomenon descended.
This Great Celestial Venerable, who had roamed the Desolate Heaven Domain for tens of thousands of years and whose hands were stained with the blood of countless living beings, had fallen into obscurity just like that—silent and soundless. He was even discovered by a Little Ghost...
This matter stirred up a tremendous uproar in