In the center of Thousand Demon City was an ancient building complex that occupied an extremely large area.
Members of the Alliance Parliament usually worked in the outer buildings of this ancient building complex.
It was said that there was only one race living in this ancient building complex, and that was the Shaman race that could communicate with the Holy Spirits of their ancestors — the Spirit Fox race.
Ding Ning had specially asked Kong Lei about the location of the Holy Mountain. According to her, this ancient building complex was actually at the entrance of the Holy Mountain.
Everyone generally believed that the ancestral mausoleum in the deepest part of the ancient building was the only way to enter the Holy Mountain. That place was regarded as a forbidden area by the Demon race, and only the actual ruler of Thousand Demon City had the right to enter.
However, Kong Lei told him that strictly speaking, entering the Holy Mountain from the ancestral mausoleum was only a relatively safer path.
In fact, there was far more than one path to enter the Holy Mountain. Back then, when the Peacock race was searching for the Five Elements Spirit for her, they had accidentally discovered three secret paths that led to the Holy Mountain.
However, these three paths were filled with all kinds of terrifying killing intent. The Peacock race had sacrificed countless powerhouses' lives to barely open up one of them.
Back then, under the protection of the Peacock race powerhouses, Kong Lei had secretly sneaked into the Holy Mountain through that path and obtained the Five Elements Spirit and half a Charm Dao Fruit.
However, what made Kong Lei regretful was that the path did not lead to the deepest part of the Holy Mountain. There was no path at the end.
Ding Ning did not understand this. Since it was the Holy Mountain, how could there be no path?
Kong Lei revealed a look of lingering fear. She told him that only when he reached there would he know how terrifying it was. The end of the path was gray, as if it was the end of the Heavenly Path. It was chaotic, and if he tried to force his way through, he would be torn to pieces by the spatial cracks that appeared out of nowhere.
Ding Ning's expression did not change, but he was secretly pondering. He did not know if that was really the end of the path, or if it was a chaotic remnant of the array.
According to Kong Lei's description, he had an unimaginably bold idea. He suspected that the passageway was an incomplete Great Path manifested by the Source of the Great Path in the body of an ancient mighty person after he died, and it was not a real space. Otherwise, how could the passageway be cut off?
Not only that path, he even suspected that the Holy Mountain was actually condensed from the Great Dao Source of countless powerhouses, and the possibility of this was very high.
He wasn't being whimsical and groundless when he made such a conjecture, because no one knew how and when the Sacred Mountain appeared. It seemed to have appeared out of thin air, without any warning or record, as though it had existed since ancient times. No one could tell where the Sacred Mountain was.
They couldn't see or touch it. Only when they entered would they suddenly realize that they were already in the Sacred Mountain. It gave off a mysterious feeling that they couldn't see the mountain's true appearance, and that they were only in the mountain. They couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild and make wild guesses.
Ding Ning had only recently come up with this idea. Everyone knew that the Sacred Mountain was in the Thousand Demon City, and they also knew that the way to enter was through the ancestral tomb. However, no matter how he probed with his Divine Sense, after passing through the tomb, his Divine Sense would only enter a chaotic land of nothingness. He was unable to see the true appearance of the Sacred Mountain.
There were no signs of spatial fluctuations, and there were no traces of arrays. It was impossible for the Holy Mountain to be in another space. Therefore, Ding Ning made such a bold guess.
The day before the wedding, Ding Ning fasted in advance, took a bath, and changed his clothes. He wore a golden leather coat in a rather ancient style, and his whole body was covered with all kinds of beast tooth carvings. Surrounded by the disciples of the Winged Clan, he slowly walked into the ancient building with the Fox Clan's Great Shaman in a pure white priest's robe.
Along the way, Ding Ning looked solemn. He ignored Peng Tianjie, who was also dressed splendidly, and kept throwing flirtatious glances at him. His Divine Sense turned into thousands of fine threads, and he explored this ancient and mysterious place.
The building complex was made up of ancient and magnificent palaces, which adhered to the usual rough style of the Demon Race. The top of the palaces was over a thousand feet above the ground, making people feel small and insignificant as they walked in it.
The thick stone pillars, the greenish-gray palace roof, and the surrounding walls were densely carved with countless pictures of rare beasts, flowers, birds, fish, and insects. Together with mysterious and primitive symbols, they formed a world made of totems.
What made Ding Ning feel regretful was that these totems had clearly lost their original power under the corrosion of time. The energy released by a few incomplete totems could only allow this palace complex to struggle at death's door under the corrosion of time.
The Demon Clan's history was far older than that of humans. They could even find some secrets of the world's composition from these primitive totem marks.
What a pity.
Ding Ning sighed in his heart. This ancient totem palace complex almost ran through the entire development history of the Demon Clan. If it could be preserved completely, it would be extremely valuable and significant to the study of the origin of the entire world.
"Open the holy altar!"
With the Fox Clan's Great Shaman's drawn-out shout, Ding Ning and the others finally passed through the entire palace complex and arrived at the Demon Clan's ancestral mausoleum.
Looking up, it was an ancient mausoleum that occupied a vast area. It was like a forest of towers that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the distance, there were rows of ancient stone towers carved with all kinds of birds and beasts, and they exuded a vast pressure that was either strong or weak, which made people feel a sense of awe.
The team stopped in a square paved with bluestone slabs. At the entrance of the tower mausoleum, there was a huge altar. After the Great Shaman shouted, he knelt in front of the altar, trembling, and waited for the other shamans to arrive.
The Winged Clan was the first to arrive. Not long after, the Peacock Clan, the Nine-tailed Bird Clan, the Medusa Clan, the Crane Clan, and other races that had women waiting to be married came in a line.
Zi Que 'er, Hua Que' er, He Ling, Bai Xun 'er, Kong Lei, and other women were all dressed splendidly. They were surrounded by their respective clansmen and stood at the forefront.
Everyone had a pious and solemn expression as they watched the Fox Shamans and Great Shamans in snow-white robes gather together and prostrate themselves before the altar. Then, they stood up and stood with their hands behind their backs. There were also people serving fresh fruits, meat, fine wine, and other offerings on the altar in turn.
Following that, a group of fox shamans held hands and chanted in an obscure and ancient language. They danced an ancient dance in front of the altar. That dance had no sense of beauty at all. Instead, it looked like a group of demons dancing in a frenzy.
Ding Ning could not help but laugh out loud. Why did he feel that these shamans were like the village witches who danced as gods? That swaying buttocks, tsk tsk, was definitely full of joy.
But in the next moment, he could not laugh anymore. That ancient altar seemed to have a spirit of its own and seemed to have sensed his disrespect. It actually emitted an obscure divine sense that locked onto him.
The stiff smile on Ding Ning's face gradually faded. He felt as if he was being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast. A chill ran along his spine and straight to the top of his head. It made his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end.
The strong sense of life and death made him feel as if he was facing a great enemy. All the muscles in his body instantly tightened. He gathered his divine sense frantically and prepared to defend his sea of consciousness. But the irresistible fear spread wildly in his heart. He did not have the slightest confidence that he could resist this divine sense attack.
Fortunately, this divine sense seemed to have only given a warning because of his disrespect. After his smile faded, it quickly retracted. The alarm was lifted. Ding Ning's legs felt weak as if they were collapsing. He felt as if he had taken a trip to the gates of hell. A cool breeze blew past, and the chill made him shiver. Only then did he realize that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.
Ding Ning's heart was filled with lingering fear. He no longer dared to slack off. With a solemn and dignified expression, he looked steadily at the funny dance of the fox tribe shamans.
Gradually, all of Ding Ning's attention was attracted by the dance of the great shaman of the fox clan. The seemingly comical jumping was actually filled with a unique rhythm and beauty. In the end, it seemed to faintly merge with the world, and slowly unfurled a vivid painting in front of him.
A towering giant mountain that emitted traces of Taoist rhyme came through the void. As the fox tribe shamans continued to jump and dance, it slowly became solid and landed on the ground, fusing with half of the illusory mountain.
This was … the Holy Mountain, and a Holy Mountain that had become a spirit.
A bolt of lightning seemed to flash across Ding Ning's mind. He suddenly understood, but his heart was in turmoil. His eyes that looked at the altar were already filled with undisguised horror.
This altar was actually made from the soul of the Holy Mountain. Only with the dance of the fox tribe shamans and the ancient incantation could they summon the complete Holy Mountain from the void.
Countless doubts in his heart were easily resolved. No wonder Kong Lei said that it was impossible to know where the Holy Mountain was before reaching the ancestral mausoleum. No wonder she had nowhere to go when she reached the middle of the path. No wonder the fruits of Tao that were occasionally discovered over the years were all incomplete …
It turned out that the legendary Holy Mountain was evolved from countless sources of Tao laws. It was between illusion and reality. The land of nothingness behind the ancestral mausoleum only had an incomplete source of Tao, while the other half of the source of Tao was hidden in the void. Only the fox tribe shamans could summon it through the strange dance and form the complete and true Holy Mountain.
Ding Ning's eyes flickered with a strange purple light. His gaze seemed to pass through the void as he stared fixedly at the Holy Mountain. His breathing also became heavy and rapid.
This was because he found that the illusory and hazy Holy Mountain was clearly visible in his eyes at the moment of fusion, as if there were no secrets to speak of.
He saw the picture scroll slowly unfold. Colorful Tao laws formed Tao fruits covered with strange Tao patterns, which were randomly distributed all over the Holy Mountain. Countless decaying corpses sensed the revival of the Holy Mountain and were rejuvenated. From the depths of the Holy Mountain, terrifying bone claws stretched out tremblingly, covering the sky and covering the sun. They greedily grabbed at the Tao fruits that were overflowing with traces of Tao rhythm. In the depths of the Holy Mountain, cryptic patterns kept flashing. A terrifying killing intent suppressed the ages, causing the terrifying corpses that dared to stretch out their claws to let out shrill screams. In the depths, a terrifying aura that made one's heart palpitate …
The speed of the Holy Mountain's fusion was very fast. Before Ding Ning could clearly see the deeper secrets, the illusory mountain had completely fused together and turned into a solid Holy Mountain. All kinds of terrifying scenes also disappeared. This made him sigh. If he had more time, perhaps he could see through the true secrets of the Holy Mountain. At the very least, he could find a safe path to the deepest part of the Holy Mountain.
Of course, there was no absolutely safe path in the Holy Mountain. For him, avoiding those terrifying corpses was a relatively safe path. Although it was only for a moment, it allowed him to spy on the rough path of the periphery of the Holy Mountain. However, the greatest threat was in the deepest part of the Holy Mountain. Thick fog filled the air, and there was a great terror that made people shudder. He couldn't see clearly at all.
The altar was the spirit of the Holy Mountain. Perhaps, through it, he could see the true appearance of the Holy Mountain.
However, this altar was terrifyingly powerful. Just an insignificant divine sense of warning was enough to render him defenseless. How could he communicate with it and obtain its approval?
Ding Ning's gaze fell on the altar for a long time. The altar was like a dead object and didn't have any reaction. It was as if the powerful consciousness just now didn't come from it at all.
Ding Ning thought hard about how to communicate with the altar in a friendly manner. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of a foolproof plan no matter how hard he thought.
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