On the mountain.
Li Yang continued walking, constantly being attacked by the Celestial Race, but he easily dealt with them.
These members of the Celestial Race had low cultivation, around Tier Three or Four.
For someone at Tier Six Peak like himself, dealing with these was a piece of cake.
Soon, Li Yang reached the location of the rift.
He gazed at the ten-meter-high, three-meter-radius rift in fascination, clicking his tongue in admiration:
"This technique is worth learning."
Surrounded by thousands of Celestial Race members, he treated them as if they were nothing.
The giant centipede half-reared its body, its six green eyes mockingly fixated on Li Yang.
Li Yang frowned deeply at the giant centipede's thousand human legs:
"Why do you look so disgusting? Can you speak?"
The giant centipede's enormous jaws opened and closed, speaking clear Xia Country language:
"Human, you have a lot of guts."
Li Yang's mouth curled up slightly:
"It's much easier if you can speak.
