Master Turtle led Lin Feng to a desolate mountain in the northwest corner of the Reincarnation Immortal Sect. The peaks here were bare, and atop them were a few dilapidated palaces.
A few crows were cawing loudly on a withered tree.
"Master! Could this place be the Immortal Mountain of our lineage?" Lin Feng asked with a mournful face.
Within the Reincarnation Immortal Sect, lofty Immortal Mountains thick with majesty and authority towered into the clouds.
But here, a few small broken mountains composed a barren mountain range, and the few dilapidated palaces made Lin Feng doubt if they were about to collapse.
"That's right! This is indeed our Immortal Mountain. Isn't it a surprise?" Master Turtle said with a grin.
Lin Feng wasn't surprised; he was depressed.
He sat on a rock and said, "Master, you're not really going to make me cultivate that Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, are you? Those techniques have killed several of my senior brothers, and I don't want to die."
