Gathering of the Divine Fiends

At the foot of Mount Buzhu.

Su Mu stepped down from the carriage. Looking at the low, ordinary mountain before him, he found it impossible to connect it with the mountain in his memory.

Was his memory flawed, or were the legends mistaken, and it had always been like this?

Divine light flickered in Su Mu's eyes as he perceived a towering, heaven-reaching mountain hidden behind this low peak. It was merely hazy and indistinct, clearly concealed on purpose.