Having made up his mind, Ye Qing concealed his energies and dashed up the Forgotten Peak like a ghost.

The second he set foot within the boundaries of Forgotten Peak, he was immediately assaulted by a wave of cold and mist. The mountain path before him was slowly vanishing as well.

Ye Qing’s demonic thought informed him that the mountain path still existed though. It had just been covered up by the mist.

Not only that, the mist seemed to be capable of inducing hallucinations.

Most people would probably lose their way if they entered such a mist, but not Ye Qing. It was because his demonic thought boasted great resistance toward illusions. Therefore, he was able to continue his journey as if he wasn’t affected at all.

Ye Qing dashed forward for a bit when suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and spun around.

He saw nothing. There was nothing except mist.

Eyebrows knitting with puzzlement, Ye Qing eventually turned around and resumed his journey. However, it wouldn’t be long before he spun around and looked behind him once more. Still, he found nothing.

Strange. Am I just imagining things, or…?

Ye Qing frowned. The reason he kept looking back was because he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was following him and watching him. It wasn’t just one observer either.

And yet, neither his demonic thought nor his eyes could perceive anything.

I don’t think it’s an imagination.

At his level, nearly all sudden impulses or flashes of intuition he experienced had a concrete reason behind it. This was doubly true after he became a Great Grandmaster.

Suddenly, Ye Qing recalled something and flipped his wrist. A white object that looked a bit like a stone appeared in his hand.

Ye Qing ignited the white object with a small flame, causing it to generate a milky white smoke. At the same time, a refined, wonderful scent began spreading to the surroundings.

Shock gradually covered Ye Qing’s expression. It was because the smoke caused not one, not two, but countless eyeballs to manifest in the air.

The eyeballs looked like human eyeballs, but the colors were inverted. The sclera was black, and the pupils and irises were white. It was eerie to say the least.

Right now, the eyes were floating in the air and staring at him unblinkingly. From time to time, blood red tears would slide off the corners and reflected what looked like many pale and eerie-looking faces.

It wasn’t my imagination after all! The Nether Eyes!

Ye Qing did not hesitate. He immediately turned around and dashed toward the nearest exit.

As he moved, the eyeballs shifted and followed behind him. No matter how fast he moved, the eyeballs never failed to keep up with him and stare at him fixatedly.

That said, as soon as he left the boundary of Forgotten Peak, the eyeballs soundless disappeared as if they had lost their target.

Ye Qing did not relax though. He immediately concealed himself and became one with the darkness.

Not a moment too soon, a wave of terrifying spiritual power spread out of Forgotten Peak and enveloped everything within two kilometers of the mountain.

At the same time, dozens of shadowy figures emerged from the clouds and fog and landed right in front of Ye Qing.

The people were all wearing black robes with hoods that covered up their faces completely. Their body was ice cold, and their aura was dark like that of a dead person. ɌÂŊö₿ƐꞨ

“Search the area!”

One man waved his hand and ordered, causing the black-robed figures to split up and search around Forgotten Peak and the surroundings instantly.

A moment later, the black-robed figures returned. They found nothing and no one.

The man who gave the order earlier said, “Return to your patrol routes and stay alert. I’ll be reporting this to the elder.”

His voice was raspy and gloomy almost as if he hadn’t talked for a very long time. The black-robed figures simply saluted him before vanishing into the mist like ghosts.

The man scanned his surroundings one more time, eyes glowing with clear, violent green underneath his hood. A few breaths later, he finally turned around and left as well.

Not long after the man left, the wave of spiritual power receded as well.

Ye Qing did not show himself immediately though. Instead, he waited for about an incense stick before the mist trembled unnaturally, and the man from before reappeared without a sound.

Clearly, the man hadn’t actually left. He had been hiding in the darkness this whole time.

Having confirmed that there was truly no one, the man finally turned around and left for real.

The top of Forgotten Peak was covered in a sea of clouds and mist, and above the clouds was a gigantic floating tomb.

After arriving at the peak of Forgotten Peak, the man first prostrated himself before the tomb and kowtowed several times in reverence. Eventually, the clouds condensed into a flight of stairs that seemed to lead toward the heavens.

The man got up and climbed up the stairs. Every time he took a step forward, the step he left behind would dissolve into nothing.

Ninety nine steps later, the man passed through the clouds and arrived at the grand, magnificent-looking tomb.

Although it was a tomb, it was as big and grandiose as a palace.

A gigantic stele was erected in front of the tomb. It was almost as tall as the tomb itself. The words “Kunlun Tomb” were engraved on its surface. It looked almost grandiose and sacred.

Sitting beneath the stele was an old man with white hair and white beard. He was unbelievably thin and lanky, and his breathing was so shallow one would think that he was dead.

“We didn’t find anyone, elder!” The man walked up to the old man and bowed, reporting.

“Really?” the old man slowly raised his head to reveal a horrifying face.

The man’s eyes, mouth, nose and ears were sewn together by some sort of red thread. It was horrifying to look at.

The old man’s name and age were unknown. However, everyone in West Kunlun including the sect master himself who met him must address him respectfully as, “Elder Tomb Keeper.”

“Forget it then. It’s probably just my paranoia again.”

Elder Tomb Keeper responded with a clear voice even though his mouth was clearly sewn shut, “The Celestial Peach Gathering is nigh, and all sorts of people would be gathering at West Kunlun very soon. You and everyone else must keep your guard up at all times. No one is to set foot in the Forgotten Peak and disturb the peace of the Kunlun Sanctuary.”

“Let the men know that all intruders are to be killed without mercy!”

“As you command, elder.” The man responded with another bow.

“You may withdraw,” Elder Tomb Keeper ordered.

“Tomb One will take his leave,” the man saluted Elder Tomb Keeper and did just that.

“The Nether eyes are stirring. Someone must have entered the Forgotten Peak before, and yet Tomb One, his men, and even I weren’t able to find anyone. How strange.”

Elder Tomb Keeper muttered to himself after Tomb One was gone, “Who on earth would dare to enter the Forgotten Peak without permission? And why?”

“Is it… for the Kunlun Ruins?”

Elder Tomb Keeper recalled the people who tried to look into the Kunlun Ruins several days ago. Was the intruder part of that group? Had they come today for the Kunlun Ruins?

Elder Tomb Keeper’s expression slowly turned dark.

The wind stirred, and lightning boomed on the Forgotten Peak.