At the foot of the Tongtian Mountain in the Great Xia Kingdom, two slender figures were walking towards the Tongtian Mountain with calm steps.

It is still desolate, deserted for thousands of miles, not even birds and beasts, and the only thing that can show vitality is the verdant grass and trees and the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

However, no matter how beautiful the grass and trees are, they can't hide the fact that the dead air in the void is permeating all the time, even if the time has been precipitated for several years, it still hasn't dissipated much.

Walking in front was a young man in a black robe, his face was ordinary but masculine, his figure was thin but straight, his steps were calm and unhurried, revealing a different temperament.

Walking behind is also a young man.

However, unlike the former, his face was not very good-looking from beginning to end, and although his cheeks were handsome, there was a trace of anger and helplessness all the time.

Especially, every time he looked at the young man in front of him, there was always a deep fear in his eyes.

These two people are Mo Sihai and Dongfang Yan, who came all the way from the extreme west.

At this time, Mo Sihai's eyes were staring at the still towering and majestic Tongtian Mountain in the distance, and he was a little distracted when he looked at the clouds and mist in the nine thousand zhang land.

To be honest, this place didn't impress him deeply, because he left here since he was a child, cultivated with a mountain and wild Taoist, and then worshiped Luo Jianzong and became a Taoist of Luo Jianzong, he was not familiar with this place, and all his memories only stayed in the time he was in Mo Village when he was a child and the two times he returned from abroad and returned to his hometown.

Of course, the lack of deep memory does not mean that his feelings for this place are weak, because there were his relatives and his people here, and he still remembers that when he was a child, his brother Mo Dashan did not even organize a wedding banquet in order to give him a good bite to eat.

In this world, it can be said that Mo Dashan is his dearest relative, and people often say that the eldest brother is like a father, which is actually the case.

It's just that now, everything has dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and all the things in the past can only be remembered with memory, and Mo Xin, the only one worth caring about, is now cultivating in the Luo Sword Sect, and Mo Ming, who accidentally learned that he survived, also learned the news from Fan Tan's mouth.

Although he still failed to meet the immortal nephew, Mo Sihai was not ready to see him, nor was he ready to look for it.

Because he knows he's alive!

Everyone has their own way, Mo Ming can survive and travel in the world of cultivating immortals, there is his way, and whether they meet or not, Mo Sihai can't do anything meaningful.

In the same way, he has his way.

The only thing he can do is to pray in his heart that these two juniors can come out of their sorrows and move safely into a better future. All that remains is determination to find the root cause of all that calamity.

It's just that now looking at the desolation in front of me and thinking of the various pictures in my memory, I have to make people grieve in their hearts and have more resentment towards everything.

Mo Sihai has hatred in his heart, but he doesn't resent anyone, he only hates this injustice, and hates himself for having a body of cultivation but not being by his relatives' side at the most critical time.

His hatred was hidden so deep that no one could detect it, and only when he looked at the snow at the top of the mountain that he would show a solemnity and vicissitudes on his face that did not match his age.

"Where are you going to take me?" Dongfang Yan asked after all.

In fact, he has asked this sentence many times, but he has not received any clear answer.

Of course, he didn't think about sneaking away, but helplessly, the longer he stayed with Mo Sihai, the more he felt Mo Sihai's terror.

This man who was always silent seemed to be invincible, stronger than any sect he had ever seen before.

And every time he thinks of his potential, he can't help but sigh.

"I have a legendary physique, and the Vajra God Body is destined to be invincible in the world in the future!"

"Why did I end up in this situation?"

"Why should I be subjected to the curse that only those great powers can contaminate, and why should I be subject to others and become someone else's prisoner?"

"Why?"

Dongfang Yan really wanted to know why, but after thinking about it, he could only scold angrily in the end: "Dog's God, you are so unfair to Lao Tzu!"

Continuing to walk towards Tongtian Mountain, hearing Dongfang Yan's words, Mo Sihai was still silent and did not answer, but as he got closer to Tongtian Mountain, his face became more and more solemn.

And Dongfang Yan didn't show any surprise, as if he was dead, he didn't speak again.

Of course, when he arrived at this place, especially when he saw the majestic Tongtian Mountain, Dongfang Yan almost guessed something.

And for what happened in Tongtian Mountain a few years ago, he naturally heard about it.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it, because as far as his senses were concerned, this huge world spanning hundreds of millions of miles was dying every day, and some natural disasters could occur in every place**, which was unavoidable.

If there is only a place where there are a few more people dying, he has to pay attention to understand the specific reason, wouldn't it be exhausting to death?

He was not an emperor, nor was he a prince, and there was no need or obligation to bother with this.

He was just a cultivator fighting in the Great Dao, and he didn't care about the life or death of mortals like ants.

Therefore, Dongfang Yan didn't think about any difference between this Tongtian Mountain and other places from the beginning, but he was unhurried and followed Mo Sihai with a trace of resentment.

In the evening, the two finally came to the foot of Tongtian Mountain, and with a wave of his hand, Mo Sihai instructed Dongfang Yan to build a bonfire to rest temporarily.

Dongfang Yan wanted to refuse, but he was very helpless, and in the end he had to grit his teeth and reluctantly do as if he was angry with his little daughter-in-law.

The sky at night is exceptionally bright, except for a thick layer of clouds at the top of the mountain, the rest of the sky is clear, mostly dotted with countless stars.

"Shizun said that this place has been blinded by the heavens, and no one can explore it, and there is a great danger in it, even he can't say that he can easily climb it. ”

"When I returned that day, however, I saw that many monks had rushed to the top of the mountain, and then returned unharmed, without any disturbances. ”

"Is Master's guess wrong?"

"Or is it that those dangers are only aimed at people who cultivate like Master, and they have no effect on us low-level cultivators?"

Mo Sihai frowned, the reason why he came to this place this time was to find out what caused everything to happen.

Maybe he couldn't guess why he was cultivating now, but in his mind, it was worth it to get even a little clue.

After all, this kind of thing is taboo even for the Master of the Great Perfection of the True Realm, and he hasn't thought that he can completely solve it with his current cultivation.

And since someone had gone up and down, he had to go up and see what was in it.

And for this, he caught Dongfang Yan, he wanted to see what Dongfang Yan would encounter if he was in danger.

Is this place really a great danger to anyone, or is it only taboo for people who have advanced cultivation, or is it different from person to person, and has nothing to do with cultivation?

And most importantly, legend has it that no one ever actually reached the top, and even the monks didn't know how high it was. He wanted to see if it was really as the legend suggested, or if the mountain itself was very different from other places, and whether the root of everything was because of the special nature of the mountain.

After a night of silence, Mo Sihai kicked Dongfang Yan who was sleeping and woke him up, and without saying anything, he was ready to officially climb the mountain.

Dongfang Yan was very angry, he felt like he was kicked up like this, if he had turned his face according to his previous temper, but looking at Mo Sihai's indifferent face from beginning to end, he couldn't raise any will to resist.

After thinking about it, he followed.

The majestic Tongtian Mountain is only 9,000 zhang in the eyes of people, and the top of the 9,000 zhang is covered by a layer of clouds and mist.

In the same way, for a monk, the distance of 9,000 zhang is not very high, and any monk who knows how to fly can easily climb it in just three or two steps.

However, Mo Sihai and the others walked very slowly, relying only on their feet, and only when they encountered a cliff that they could not walk on their feet, they would use the power of cultivation to fly up.

First, it is to carefully perceive the difference of this place, and secondly, it is also because Master Mo Sihai once said that this place is weird.

Therefore, although Mo Sihai made up his mind to find out something, he didn't dare to be careless, and he was vigilant throughout the whole process.

In this way, it was not until the early morning of the next day that the two of them reached the land of 8,800 zhang, which was only 200 zhang away from the main mountain that could really be seen.

And outside of those two hundred zhang, not only could not be seen through by the naked eye, but even the power of spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the past.

The steep mountain was covered with a thick layer of snow, and neither of them encountered anything unexpected along the way, so to speak, except that the temperature became colder the higher they went, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, as the two of them passed through a barb-like boulder, they were both taken aback, because on the edge of the cloud, there was a figure frozen in ice.