Qin Mu, Qi Jiuyi, and Zhe Huali finally arrived at the foot of the divine mountain. The divine mountain was solemn and serene, emanating an extraordinary grace. Rays of golden sunlight washed off the surroundings. They couldn't stop admiring the mountain and they didn't dare to just fly towards it.
They chose to walk on foot.
The stairs of this divine mountain reached straight up to the golden-roofed shrine. There must have been a lot of bitter battles here as the stone steps were all covered in splotches of blood.
The blood had flowed down from the top, and it was very hard for the blood of a god to dry up. Even after ten to twenty thousand years, they would still give off terrifying pulses. However, the gods' blood and devils' blood here have already lost their essence. They had transformed into patches of brown blood stains that were astonishing to see.
What was strange was that there were no traces of battle here.
