Gu An heard the mutterings of the Great Cultivator Profound Mystery, which left him silent.
"Fortune has come knocking at my door?"
His gaze fell upon the compass in the hands of the Great Cultivator Profound Mystery, curious about what kind of treasure it was that could seek out such fortunes, far surpassing the abilities of his White Spirit Rat.
Ever since the Profound Clear Tree had appeared, the White Spirit Rat had done nothing but doze off all day, no longer venturing out to search for treasures. It had become useless.
The forest was silent at night, with faint mist swirling among the trees, and the Great Cultivator Profound Mystery could see the figures of ghosts gliding past, but he remained unmoved.
Whoosh—
A gust of wind came from ahead, blowing the Daoist robe of the Great Cultivator Profound Mystery, causing him to squint his eyes.
"This is the Land of the Mountain God, forbidden for mortals."
