The soil on Mount Longhu was dark-red. According to an ancient record, this place used to be the Taoist capital—it was once dyed red with blood and the color never faded away ever since.
Atop the mountain, there were fields of jade-green bamboo emitting green radiance.
Additionally, there were seas of Masson pine trees, the rustle of which one could hear for far away. Some of the trees had mutated to become silvery white and, moreover, it was a field of snowy white. From a distance, it resembled a land of ice and snow.
At present, the mountain had become much more grandiose and majestic, as though a true dragon and a vicious tiger had entrenched themselves here. It was tall, motionless and had stood there for many years without awakening.
Chu Feng frowned after finding a large number of divine sons and saintesses hiding around this area. It wasn't just a few of them, but an entire area filled with hidden traps.
He would definitely be surrounded and killed if he dared appear!
