Hundred Thousand Great Mountains

The Golden Toad Dharma King, gravely wounded all over.

Jin Wanliang, who had lost his demon treasure.

A minor human cultivator, exhausted and held captive.

In the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, three unlucky figures trudged onward.

The Golden Toad Dharma King could not do without Zhang Xuezhou using the Supreme Purity True Technique to suppress his injuries. Jin Wanliang, having lost everything, had set his mind on making something of himself in the holy land. Zhang Xuezhou lacked the ability to leave the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, and he had no way to escape safely from the two toad demons.

The human and two demons had no choice but to travel slowly on foot, making their way through one stretch of mountains after another.

When Zhang Xuezhou woke and saw the Golden Toad Dharma King unconscious, he had indeed wanted, for an instant, to urge Jin Wanliang to run away with him.

But the Golden Toad Dharma King had brought them into a place where they would lose their way.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

This was a magnificent wonder of heaven and earth, filled with countless mountains and hills. With the heaven-reaching constructs of several great figures added to its labyrinthine mountain ranges, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains had become an impregnable barrier.

Without any army to guard it, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains could send pursuers and would-be killers back empty-handed.

"Even if you have the ability to fly through it, you'll lose your way amid the churning winds and clouds!"

The Golden Toad Dharma King pointed to the sea of clouds drifting among the mountains.

The sea of clouds rose and fell without end, reaching even higher than the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Very few people could fly through such a sea of clouds, and fewer still