Listening while climbing the mountain.
By the time Li Jingshu and Lu Huaijin reached the cliff top, the sun had already begun to set in the west.
At the peak of Ghost God Cliff, where countless ghost gods had once been sealed, stood a towering altar.
The altar was engraved with images of many ghost gods, and the depiction of mountains and earth veins was very clear.
Yet at the center of these mural images was the fierce-looking goddess with a leopard's head and a human's body, her hair unkempt.
Undoubtedly, that was Xiluo in the form of the Evil God.
In fact, today's altar is no longer the simple one it was back then.
Gathering the power of all the ghost gods of Yunmeng Marsh, with Xiluo coordinating...
This altar, in some sense, could even be regarded as a "Pantheon."
["So Master can be so imposing too!"]
Looking up at the red-haired youth sitting on the altar.
This was Lu Huaijin's first time seeing the stern and awe-inspiring Li Boyang.
