How long has this black mountain been here? Ximen Chuixiao wanted to go take a look.

His sleeves fluttered in the wind, making him look like a young scholar. Alas, he was sent flying into a marsh before getting within one hundred miles of the mountain.

“Ugh… such power…” He barely made it out of the marsh; blood streamed from all orifices as he fainted.

The turtle and blood dragon carried him back and tossed him to the ground. 

After a long while, he woke up and had a pale expression: “Do not go there, I know what this place is now. Still alive… if we disturb...