Chapter 59

This was the main seat of the Wuya Mountain. Zong Minglie’s eyes flickered with joy. This was his final trump card and his greatest reliance: an exceptionally rare spatial scroll. Unlike a long-distance teleportation spell, it could directly tear open a spatial conduit between two locations. The other end led to his home, Wuya Mountain. Once he returned there, no one could touch him. His legs, which had gone soft with terror, finally found the strength to move now that he saw a glimmer of survival. Zong Minglie dove straight into the spatial rift, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Help!" "Father, save me!" "Ancestor, save me!" At the same moment, on the other side of the spatial rift: the main sect of Wuya Mountain. Although named "Mountain," it was actually nestled within an entire mountain range. Its territory was vast, surpassing even the other four Great Sacred Grounds. Across the countless peaks of the range, magnificent pavilions and towers stood amidst the clouds, appearing like celestial palaces built in the heavens. Over countless years of development, Wuya Mountain had forged this secret realm known as the Wuya Immortal Realm. Compared to it, the mountain gates of the other four Great Sacred Grounds paled in comparison. While this was partly because the other sects had not invested as much effort into their landscapes, it was also a testament to the immense power of Wuya Mountain.