In the Innate White Bone Mountain.
In a dimly lit space, Lin Yue was seated cross-legged. The invisible might of the entire Innate White Bone Mountain concentrated on him, rendering him immobile.
Such oppression was intense, so much so that even the strongest Great Cultivator of the Eighth Layer at Tianxia Building couldn't resist even a bit.
However, for Lin Yue, this sense of pressure was meaningless; it could barely bind beings who had reached the Saint level, to him it was like a light breeze brushing his face.
The Innate White Bone Mountain was notorious merely by its reputation, but fame didn't always equate to power.
"Rushing to one's own lair? It seems the Twelfth Prince might indeed come."
Although Lin Yue was imprisoned within the Innate White Bone Mountain, the Ultimate Path derived from the mountain could penetrate the void, allowing him to see the outside world.
