Each of the Great Zhou’s Eight Great Yao Mountains had their own strange and extraordinary characteristics!

Like Ten Thousand Poisons Yao Mountain’s blood-colored swamp, in which sat a strange altar covered in sinister offerings of skulls.

Or Silverflame Yao Mountain’s underground Corpse Cellar, where mummies roamed.

Treasure Temple Yao Mountain’s ruins, meanwhile, gave rise to unearthly black lotuses and chanting…

And according to the Spiritmartial Marquis, Bloodthistle Yao Mountain hid as-of-yet unknown secrets too!

Su Yi got his thoughts back under control, then asked, “Where is Huyan Hai now?”

The man in brocade robes said in a quavering voice, “A month ago, he left for the Deathbringer’s Gate Headquarters. He said the sect leader was planning something big, so he summoned the heads of all six branches to assist him. Branch Leader Huyan Hai has yet to return.”

“Didn’t the Deathbringer’s Tribulation all those years ago deal an enormous blow to your vitality? You practically fell apart. How long has it been? What exactly is this ‘big’ thing you’re planning?”

The middle-aged man shook his head. “That’s far too great a secret for someone like me to know.”...