Two days later.

The twelfth day of the tenth lunar month, early in the morning. 

Su Yi put his hands behind his back and gazed into the distant dome of heaven.

Eerie, bright red mists blanketed the dome of heaven. Countless fragmented corpses of stars hovered with the fog, unmoving.

Another layer of mist covered the entirety of Sumeru Mountain. It was black, but it was already incomparably sparse and on the verge of disappearing. 

“This place really isn’t simple,” he muttered.

Sumeru Mountain was extremely grand and majestic. It was completely golden, like a pillar supporting the heavens.

This was once the ancestral ground of the Sumeru Shrine, one of the world’s three great yao sects.

However, over the past thirty thousand years, the power of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness had enveloped it. Even the skies were shrouded in crimson fog strewn with the corpses of stars.

This made Su Yi realize that some enormously powerful force was hidden here, and that it had been contending with the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness all this time!

Otherwise, Sumeru Mountain, a mountain so tall, it pierced the clouds, would have long since been frittered away...