Standing below Sky Mountain, Zhuge Hui looked up. She could feel that the pressure had strengthened after the bell.
"Does this mountain really have a spirit? Are the intents of the two emperors really looking and keeping Nobles from stepping onto the mountain?" Zhuge Hui asked.
Bells rang from Sky Mountain for some reason, pushing down all Nobles.
"If the intents of the two emperors really are here, there's no need to do this," Gu Dongliu murmured, looking up.
Donghuang the Great was the ruler of the Divine Prefectures of the East. He wouldn't care about the plane of those who climbed the mountain.
"I think we came for nothing." Xue Ye and Luo Fan were annoyed too after knowing that there was no hope for them.
"Xiaoshi, Xing'er, Junior, only you all can go," Luo Fan said.
Ye Futian nodded. He looked up at the high peaks. Snow fell down lazily, draping many people in a layer of white.
