At the Top of Yin Mountain

The sky at Yin Mountain was gloomy, though it was not completely dark. It was as though a layer of poorly-made colored glass had covered the sky, shielding the sun, the moon, and the stars from one's sight.

The ground was cold and dry. It seemed solid and impervious to external forces.

Shen Lian wiped his eyelids and his eyes immediately brightened. He could see the source of the congregation of Yin Qi was at the waist of the mountain. The area was shrouded by a thin layer of mist, and it was not clear what was within it.

Shen Lian knew that the sacred site of Buddhism, Da Ming Wang Temple was hiding beneath the mist.

Half a year ago, an almighty had transcended beyond the mortal world here.