In the deepest part of the hundred thousand mountains, within a valley.
A little old man, only half the height of a person, sat cross-legged in the void.
His long beard drooped to the ground.
His hands casually placed on his knees, his eyes slightly closed.
Beside him was a peach wood stick as tall as a person.
Mountain Que Immortal King
Commonly known as Old Mountain.
An entity that survived the end of the Immortal Ancient Era.
Listening to the familiar voice of Emperor Ye echoing in his ears, Old Mountain slowly opened his eyes.
In those murky old eyes, there was a flicker of sharp light.
"Little Emperor Ye, why would I have nothing to do but go to your Heavenly Pond Graveyard?"
Old Mountain rubbed his head full of messy hair, grumbling.
"If there's nothing urgent, you'd better stay away, lest I get targeted by certain fellows."
Within the hundred thousand mountains.
