The wind and sand howled like an angry beast, the wasteland vast and boundless, as if without end.
After Chen Ping and Hu Mazi left Dongxiang County, they resolutely hurried towards the northwest direction mentioned by the county princess.
“Chen Ping, do you think what the county princess said is true? Is the Sixth Hall really in the mountain peak in the northwest of the wasteland?”
Hu Mazi asked uncertainly, frowning slightly with a hint of doubt.
Chen Ping nodded slightly, his expression calm and certain. “It should be true. In his situation at the time, he was already a turtle in a jar, he wouldn’t dare lie.
Moreover, from his panicked yet deliberately concealed reaction, it’s clear he was just a manipulated puppet, the real secrets are with the Sixth Hall.”
Upon hearing this, Hu Mazi’s eyes lit up instantly, he chuckled and rubbed his hands. “That’s great then, once we find the Sixth Hall, we must give those guys a good thrashing.
To dare collect cultivators’ souls for cultivation, it’s utterly mad and inhuman, if we don’t tear them to pieces, my hatred won’t be assuaged!”
Chen Ping glanced at him indifferently, that gaze as if it could see through everything, and also seemed to carry an innate sense of superiority.
Then he slowly said, “Rest assured, their good days are over. In front of me, Chen Ping, any evil demons and heretics are nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs, not worth a strike.”
The two headed west all the way, the further northwest they went, the more desolate the surroundings became.
At first, they could still see some sparse vegetation and small animals struggling to survive on the wasteland, but later, even these signs of life completely disappeared, leaving only the vast yellow sand rolling like surging tides, the howling gale like sharp blades, cutting painfully at people’s faces.
“This damned place, can anyone really live here? It doesn’t feel like a place where people can survive.”
Hu Mazi couldn’t help but complain, shielding his face from the wind and sand with his hand.
At that moment, Chen Ping suddenly stopped, his posture straight like a pine, his gaze sharp like a torch, pointing ahead. “Look, there’s a mountain peak there!”
Hu Mazi looked in the direction Chen Ping pointed, and saw on the distant horizon, a massive mountain peak rising abruptly, piercing straight into the clouds.
The mountain peak was entirely black, like a sleeping giant beast, emanating a sinister and terrifying aura that sent chills down one’s spine, as if getting close would mean being devoured by that evil force.
“Is that the mountain where the Sixth Hall is? It looks so eerie, feels like it hides countless unspeakable secrets and dangers inside.”
Hu Mazi swallowed, a trace of fear rising in his heart.
Chen Ping nodded, his expression stern like an unshakable iceberg. “It should be that place. Look at the aura around the mountain peak, it’s filled with yin evil qi, clearly due to collecting a large number of souls.
Such an evil land breeds only the most heinous villains, but in front of me, they are destined to pay a heavy price.”
The two quickened their pace, heading towards that mountain peak.
The closer they got to the mountain, the denser the yin evil qi around them became, almost substantial, even the air turned icy and piercing, making breathing difficult.
“This place is really creepy, I feel my cultivation is being suppressed, like being bound by an invisible giant hand, feeling uncomfortable all over.”
Hu Mazi frowned, his face showing pain.
Chen Ping smiled indifferently, that smile carrying a contempt for all evil. “This is normal, the Sixth Hall has collected so many souls and set up a soul gathering array here.
Ordinary people coming here would probably not even stand steadily and be directly devoured by this yin evil qi. However, in front of me, any array, any evil force is just child’s play.”
As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.
