On the steep and rugged mountain path, eight men in red robes were clearing the way for a chariot. 

The eight red-robed men all looked different, but their auras were all extraordinarily powerful; they looked like Asuras walking out from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood. Their footsteps were firm and steady as they made their way up their mountain like they were treading on flat earth.  

The chariot rumbled forward, producing astonishing brilliance that split the air wherever it passed, leaving behind beautiful streams of light. It was an amazing spectacle. 

In just a few breaths, the group had reached the mountainside.

All the cultivators on the mountainside gasped and almost struggled to breath because the auras emanating from the eight men were too powerful and oppressive.  

But the most eye-catching of the group had to be the chariot that seemed to be crafted of some sort of seven-colored divine metal. The wondrous light flowing around it astonishingly dispersed the great dao power around the mountain like nothing could stop it. 0

It was a rare treasure embellished with inscriptions of ancient evils and scenes...