Chapter 193: How About… We Go Take a Look?
Half a year later.
Deep within the vast wilderness of the Savage Mountain Range.
BOOM!
Suddenly, the earth shook violently.
A terrifying tremor surged through the endless chain of mountains, startling countless savage beasts. Panic-stricken, they fled in all directions, roaring and trampling over each other in their desperation to escape.
Not far away, several disciples from Profound Sun Holy Land watched the scene unfold in confusion.
“What’s going on over there…?”
A core disciple at the Divine Power Realm murmured, his brows furrowed.
Over the past year, Profound Sun Holy Land had been preparing to relocate its entire sect into the depths of the Savage Mountain Range. It was a strategic decision—ten years in the making. These core disciples, along with several elders, were tasked with purging the region of dangerous spirit beasts to make way for the move.
Until today, everything had gone smoothly—no strange phenomena, no unexpected dangers.
But now…
This disturbance felt different.
The air itself trembled with an overwhelming pressure, as if some ancient and primeval creature had awakened from a long slumber. Even from this distance, it sent shivers down their spines.
Led by one of the elders, the group cautiously flew toward the source of the upheaval.
Roughly a thousand li later, they stopped mid-air, stunned by the scene before them.
A massive section of the mountain range—three hundred and sixty-five towering peaks—had completely collapsed in unison. The land below surged like a storm-tossed ocean, rolling and buckling with unimaginable force.
Terrifying energy rippled through the sky like a tidal wave, and countless beasts that hadn’t escaped in time were crushed, their blood mist drifting through the air like red clouds.
“Heavens!”
“What… what is this?!”
“Could there be some ancient, terrifying entity hidden deep in these mountains…? That pressure just now—it's not any weaker than our own Grand Elder!”
They were right to be afraid.
The strongest known beasts in this region were merely at the Divine Palace Realm. Never had there been any rumors of a being capable of such world-shaking destruction.
Before their eyes, the very fabric of the void looked as if it were being torn apart, like a fragile painting shredded by invisible hands. With a final rumble, all 365 mountains were reduced to dust, swallowed by a rising cloud of debris that blotted out the sun.
It was as if an unseen titan had reached down and flattened the land in a single, casual swipe.
Every disciple's face turned pale. Their breaths quickened. Just witnessing such destruction made them feel as though their lungs had been gripped by an icy hand.
Whatever was beneath those mountains… it wasn't something they could comprehend.
“Elder…”
“Do you have any idea… what just happened here?”
All eyes turned toward the white-haired elder at the front of the group. Despite his age, his spirit was sharp, and the aura he exuded was clearly that of a late-stage Life and Death Realm cultivator.
He remained silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on the shattered landscape.
Finally, he let out a quiet sigh.
“If this old man is not mistaken… this wasn’t the birth of some terrifying creature.”
“No—this… is the awakening of an ancient opportunity.”
“An… opportunity?”
The disciples' eyes instantly lit up.
If it had been some deadly beast, they’d be scrambling to flee. But if it was an ancient opportunity or treasure emerging from slumber… that was a completely different matter.
After all, aside from them, the only inhabitants of these mountains were beasts. No humans. No rivals.
Was this… heaven’s favor?
“Elder… how about we go take a look?”
One of the bolder disciples asked, his voice full of anticipation.
Even though no one yet knew exactly what this opportunity was, the sheer scale of its emergence—before it had even fully surfaced—made one thing clear:
There was something extraordinary hidden within.
If they could seize even a small part of it… they might soar to greatness overnight.
“Let’s not rush,” The elder shook his head calmly.
“The opportunity hasn’t fully emerged. If we act rashly, we may invite disaster. For now, our top priority is to report this to the Holy Lord.”
“Once the powerhouses of Profound Sun Holy Land arrive, then we can investigate further.”
His voice was steady, showing neither panic nor greed—he chose caution over impulse.
But just as his words fell—
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion echoed across the wilderness.
From the heart of the ruined mountains, a beam of divine light shot up into the heavens, piercing through the clouds like a cosmic lance.
The blinding column of light was visible across a radius of a million li, its sheer presence impossible to ignore.
It resembled a pillar holding up the heavens, stretching from the nine heavens above to the nine netherworlds below. Everyone could feel it—see it—and be awed by it.
“What… is that…?”
The disciples of Profound Sun Holy Land were stunned into silence, their eyes fixed on the distant ruin. None of them could utter a word. The sheer grandeur of the sight left them breathless.
Before their eyes, a towering ancient mountain began to rise from the depths of the earth—emerging as gracefully and majestically as a full moon rising over the sea.
Even the savage beasts that had been frantically fleeing moments earlier now halted, mesmerized by the phenomenon.
This divine mountain wasn’t particularly tall—only about two thousand zhang high (roughly 6,600 meters)—but it carried an aura of overwhelming dominance and regal majesty. It felt less like a mountain and more like a king among peaks.
An ancient and profound aura radiated from it.
Even from this distance, the disciples could feel its oppressive might. It was as if this mountain did not belong to the present era—but had slumbered through countless ages, re-emerging from the river of time to descend upon the modern world.
“Look! Beneath the mountain—there’s a stone gate!”
One of the sharper-eyed disciples cried out, unable to contain his excitement.
Everyone turned to look. Sure enough, at the base of the mountain, a great stone gate could be seen—weathered and ancient, etched with mysterious, archaic characters. At the center of the gate were four grooves, shaped much like slots for tokens or emblems.
“Just as I thought...”
The elder muttered under his breath.
“This opportunity isn’t something you can just walk in and take. It requires four tokens to activate the gate.”
“Elder, do you recognize the characters written above the gate?”
Another disciple asked quickly.
The elder narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the ancient inscription.
After a long moment, he spoke solemnly:
“If I’m not mistaken… Those characters say: Great Strength Divine Demon Sect.”
He paused.
“This sect no longer exists in today’s world. It must be… an Ancient Sect.”
“An Ancient Sect…”
The disciples were visibly shaken.
Everyone knew that Ancient Sects often held unimaginable treasures, lost techniques, and opportunities that could change the fate of any who discovered them. If Profound Sun Holy Land could claim this one for itself, it might not even take a thousand years for the entire sect to transform fundamentally—its strength, reach, and legacy ascending to a new level.
But of course… they were not the only ones who understood this.
Even as they watched, they knew full well—this was no longer a secret.
That divine pillar of light earlier had been far too conspicuous. Anyone within a million li radius who wasn't blind would have seen it. By now, the other major forces near the Savage Mountain Range were surely already on the move.
After all…
Opportunities of this scale were never seized without blood being spilled.