Shrouding the Heavens

Ye Fan moved forward, and after a short distance, he suddenly saw an inscription on the purple stone wall: “Divine King Jiang Taixu accidentally entered Demon Mountain, deciding to investigate!” Ye Fan was quite shocked.

An Eastern Wastelands Divine King had come here and gone inside!

His surname is Jiang, most likely from the Ancient Nobilities Jiang Family…

These dozen or so characters had vigorous strokes, containing a sense of the Dao, giving the impression that a god’s aura circulated within them, as if a Divine King stood before him.

This is probably a Great Success Eastern Wastelands Divine King!

Otherwise, he couldn’t have forcibly broken through a naturally formed Divine Map with absolute strength.

Ye Fan ran his hand over these inscriptions, sensing the carvings were at least 4,000 years old.

He walked a few steps further and saw another inscription: “Record of scattered cultivator Li Mu’s exploration of Demon Mountain.” Ye Fan was amazed; this stone inscription looked even older.

Its faded marks suggested it had existed for at least 10,000 years.

This must be a powerful scattered cultivator!

Five steps away, a line of delicate words, like waterborne lotus flowers, fresh and distinct, they seemed alive.

The inscription read: “Jade Lake Sacred Lady Yang Yi, searching for Zhang Lin.

Left this before entering Demon Mountain.” Ye Fan was greatly surprised that even the Jade Lake Sacred Lady had been here before.

Zhang Lin…

wasn’t the ancestor of the Zhang family called Zhang Lin?

That Heavenly Source Master was on good terms with Jade Lake, and the Sacred Lady was his confidante.

Could it be the Jade Lake Sacred Lady from 10,000 years ago?

That Sacred Lady had traversed the North Region and eventually disappeared; little did I expect she entered here.

She was loyal and devoted to that Heavenly Source Master, such a pity…

Ye Fan didn’t know the fate of Divine King Jiang Taixu or the scattered cultivator Gu Tianshu, but he was sure that this Sacred Lady did not escape, otherwise she wouldn’t have disappeared.

He mused aloud, “You erected a cenotaph for Zhang Lin, but who will lay a tombstone for you?” After walking forty to fifty steps forward, Ye Fan saw thirty or so lines of inscriptions, some with names so ancient they had vanished from the Eastern Wastelands tens of thousands of years ago.

Among them, the oldest line of inscriptions even bore a date, which, after careful calculation, dated back more than 70,000 years.

Finally, Ye Fan saw a line of shallow engravings, clearly lacking in power, incomparable to others.

These engravings aren’t that old…

Ye Fan observed keenly.

The inscription read: “Left by Zhang Jiye, descendant of Heavenly Source Master Zhang Lin, before entering Emperor Mountain.” He was the only one to call this mountain Emperor Mountain, while everyone else referred to it as Demon Mountain.

Yes, that’s him!

Ye Fan was certain this was the ancestor of Fifth Grandpa Zhang, as these traces dated back roughly 1,000 years.

His cultivation was indeed shallow.

I hope he didn’t go too far; otherwise, I’ll have to retreat.

Seeing that the inscriptions left by these thirty-odd people all contained Dao rhythm, Ye Fan realized this place was even more terrifying than he had anticipated.

He had a hunch that none of these powerful individuals had made it out alive.

For endless ages, thirty-seven individuals have left inscriptions here…

Upon careful comparison, Ye Fan concluded the person from 70,000 years ago, Gu Tianshu, was the most powerful, followed by the Divine King Jiang Taixu from 4,000 years ago.

Gu Tianshu’s inscriptions remain imbued with Dao rhythm even after 70,000 years; it’s uncertain to what terrifying level he had achieved, surpassing even the Divine King.

However, he wasn’t too shocked, as the old madman was such a character, who, according to the Peacock King, had once beaten a Great Success Divine King to death.

That was likely true.

The third most powerful among them was the Jade Lake Sacred Lady Yang Yi, whose inscriptions seemed to sway with life, like lotus blossoms.

The weakest was undoubtedly Zhang Jiye, a Source Master who had entered relying on the stone clothes rather than his own strength.

Zhang Jiye, Brother Zhang, please don’t venture too far.

We both entered relying on tricks; let me find you quickly.

Ye Fan muttered to himself.

Many strong individuals referred to this place as Demon Mountain, a place of no return.

I can’t imagine surpassing them.