Looking at Tianzhu Mountain from afar, his gaze went between the summit and the clouds, penetrated the dusk, and landed at Lingxiao Palace.

From a distance, Meng Qi stared at the grand and high mountain. He had an ominous hunch, feeling strangely vigilant and alert. With his current state of Cultivation Base and ability in the arts, he would hardly be moved remotely by any demon fairy, save the ones that were approaching theTyrant's level, despite the extensively cast Restriction Spell at Tianzhu Mountain.

The peak of Tianzhu Mountain pierced through the layers of clouds and the base extended under the ground. It was encircled by impenetrable black fog that was darker and denser than the sinister aura, deadlier than the evil atmosphere. The unearthly and sinister atmosphere seemed to remind Meng Qi of the insalubrious Spirited Mountain.

"Indeed, this is related to the Battle of Spirited Mountain," Meng Qi gently nodded. A hint of staidness flashed across his eyes, "As though he is i