"What brings you to our Spirit Mountain again, sir?"
A grand and resonant voice issued from within the Divine Mountain, shrouded in golden Buddhist light.
Qin Zheng did not respond but instead took a step forward, entering into Spirit Mountain.
The Primordial Chaos adepts from the Buddhist Sect had been driven off by him; there was no need for further wordplay with these fellows.
That desolate desert came into view once more, and at the same time, a faint trace of Pollution Qi also appeared in his perception.
Since Spirit Mountain concealed itself, the pollution seemed to have worsened.
But that Primordial Chaos adept from the Buddhist Sect, having recovered, did not take action to cleanse it. Was he unaware of the pollution, or was he ignoring it?
Qin Zheng's eyes flashed with light.
Then, in the next moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mighty auras that pierced the heavens burst forth from Spirit Mountain, causing the entire land to shake intensely.
"Amitabha!"