"Zhao Fu, where are you going?"
The three saw Zhao Fu's expression change, seemingly with urgent matters.
They didn't conceal their thoughts and spoke directly.
Zhao Fu remained briefly silent.
In the end, he held the sword horizontally in front of him.
The sword flickered with light.
"This sword is guiding me, taking me to a place."
"That place is called... Spirit Mountain under the Thirty-Three Heavens."
Upon hearing this, the three Nascent Souls' expressions changed drastically.
Judging by their expressions, Zhao Fu knew they were aware of the existence of Spirit Mountain.
"This."
"Truth be told, one thousand six hundred years ago, a dozen of us accidentally went to Spirit Mountain during a great battle with a Demon Emperor."
"Under Spirit Mountain, we found quite a bit of opportunity."
"We even encountered an existence known as the Yang God."
"That place might hold the hope for us, the Human Race."
