This time, Zhou Heng did not bring anyone with him due to time constraints, and journeyed alone. With his terrifying accumulation of spiritual power, his speed was only slightly inferior to that of a true Heavenly Venerate.
Seven days later, Zhou Heng once again arrived at the base of East Spirit Mountain.
As before, the lofty mountain stood isolated amid thousands of miles of waves—like a pillar piercing the sky, its peak invisible, shrouded in clouds and mist, evoking a sense of ethereal ascension to immortality.
He walked on the waves, over vast expanses of mist-covered waters. In just a few steps, he reached the base of the Mid Peak of East Spirit Mountain.
"Halt, outsiders are not welcome at East Spirit Immortal Pond!" A stern voice rang out, followed by the whoosh of three figures descending from the mountain in a triangular formation—all exceptionally beautiful women.
