If a person was standing on a mountain, he could not see through it. Standing at the foot of the Holy Mountain, Meng Qi could only see the majestic shape of the mountain in front of him.
Looking around, he did not see the entrance. Even so, he was not worried about that at all, because he would leave for the main world on the eighth day when the Samsara task was over.
"Should we climb the mountain?" Holding the Sword of the Sun-Penetrating Rainbow, Jiang Zhiwei stayed alert to enemies' sneak-attacks. She was not afraid of a normal Holy Mountain where the merciful Buddha and Bodhisattvas were. However, it had been centuries since the Holy Mountain was controlled by the Great Sages. She did not know what it looked like now. It might be quite dangerous.
They all looked at Meng Qi in unison. In their eyes, Meng Qi was the only one who knew the Holy Mountain.