The mountain was vast, entirely black, with over a dozen ancient tombs on its peak, burying the deities of ancient times.
"Are they all dead?" Xiao Tian asked softly.
"There were two beings that survived to modern times, but they too couldn't withstand it and passed away several years ago, buried here. If you had come earlier, you might have been able to meet them," the old man said, grinning.
His head was full of white hair, his skin was dark and shriveled, and he was missing half his teeth, his gray robe full of an ancient aura as if it had been washed over by the long years.
Shi Hao didn't dare to underestimate him, remaining on guard. He knew this elderly man was truly extraordinary. If careless, one could easily capsize here.
"Are you one of the ancient deities?" he asked calmly.
"How could that be? With such a lengthy passage of time, who could endure it? If I were, I would've long been lying in these burial mounds," the old man denied, shaking his head.