"I originally planned to explore the Immortal Path first and deal with you later when the opportunity arose. Unexpectedly, you delivered yourself to my doorstep—this must be what the Buddhist sects call fate!"
The Mixed Heaven Saint laughed loudly, his figure darting swiftly as he traversed through fissures in the heavens and earth, chasing after Li Hao.
In an instant, they covered tens of thousands of miles. The passage was exceptionally long, and at its end stood a towering mountain, its summit veiled in thunderclouds, with bolts of lightning resembling silver serpents striking down intermittently.
Just as Li Hao arrived, he was overwhelmed by an oppressive, heart-stirring sensation, as if some monstrous flood beast lay ahead. Before he could pause, the lightning on the mountain seemed to be drawn toward him, striking down without warning.
