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Whether it was a corpse or a person, neither was something Zong Sunye could investigate at the moment.
He had only just become the Mountain Divine God and was not yet familiar with the power of this mountain, let alone finding a path to advance—it was too early to talk about that.
However, with a terrifying existence suppressed beneath him, he always felt an uneasy anxiety. It seemed as if, at any moment, the being would burst forth from the mountain, shattering East Cloud Mountain into dust.
And with that, he would be dead.
"Uncle Dragon Turtle, hurry back!" Zong Sunye prayed silently.
He was only the Divine God of East Cloud Mountain; Uncle Dragon Turtle was the Winter Cloud Mountain Lord. Whatever lay beneath the mountain, it was surely the responsibility of the Mountain Lord to deal with!
