Every single item exuded an extraordinary aura, as if they were possessions of the immortals.
But at this moment, Fang Xi had no desire to move forward.
Because on the path leading to the pavilion, there was an 'ice mountain' blocking the way!
This ice mountain was crystal clear, with five-colored chains wrapped around its surface.
Within the ice mountain, a vague figure could be discerned!
'There's a trap!'
He warily looked around and eventually confirmed, "Greedy, huh? It seems that as long as I don't venture into the pavilion, the prohibition laid by the immortals won't be triggered?"
Fang Xi took a step back, intending to leave.
For some reason, he always felt that the figure within the ice mountain seemed familiar.
"Hold on, young friend!"
Just then, a voice sounded.
Golden Eight Diagrams emerged on the surface of the ice mountain, and on the ground, individual scattering counting rods suddenly soared into the air, radiating strands of radiance.
