The earth shook, the heavens swayed, and the entire landscape trembled.

Fierce, blood-red, baleful energy surged out of the numerous peaks of Peach Haven Mountain, like thick pillars of crimson light ripping through the dome of heaven.

On the path up Vast Sun Peak.

“Quick! We just have to make it to the peak. That’s where Vast Sun Temple is!”

“Martial Uncle, you have to hold on!”

“Just what level of ghosts are those? They’re simply too terrifying…”

A group of cultivators activated their treasures as they shot up the mountainside.

The leader was the swordswoman of Blue Firmament Peak that Su Yi had met earlier, Xie Yunyan.

They’d obviously been through a fierce battle, as all of them were wounded.

Especially the tiny old man—he was covered in blood and comatose. A tall, stalwart man was carrying him on his back.

When they reached the peak and saw the ruined old buildings, all of them were stunned.

“Even Vast Sun Temple has been destroyed…” someone exclaimed, their face pallid.

Rumor had it that Vast Sun Temple was where the Peach Haven Mountain Monarch cultivated. It was like an otherworldly paradise, and both gods and ghosts avoided it.

To the best of their knowledge, although the...