Chapter 1247: He Is Here
Nether Mountain was a place of death. The living was barred from entry, and only the dead could enter.
This was how they described the Nether Mountain dozens of kilometers away from Cloud Hue Pass.
Nether Mountain was neither particularly tall nor big. It was barely three hundred meters tall and a kilometer or two wide. Despite this, it was a place that terrified all populace near Cloud Hue Pass.
A black fog shrouded the Nether Mountain all year long, making it impossible to see even the sun in the sky. Shadowy silhouettes and ghastly wails filled the foot of the mountain as well. Any living person who entered the area would lose a portion of their soul, perish, and turn into bones without fail. On the other hand, delivering the dead into the mountain would see them come back to life—not true life, of course. Instead, they would turn into senseless zombies.
The good news was that the zombies could not leave the Nether Mountain. If they tried, they would instantly disintegrate into ash.
This was why the Nether Mountain wasn’t particularly threatening to the ordinary populace even though it was highly dangerous. So long as the people did not foolishly enter the mountain of their own accord, no harm would come to them.
Right now though, six people were standing at the top of the mountain. They were all living and breathing people.
“Why have you summoned us here, Taoist of Sleep?”
An old man wearing a white robe asked the sleepy, swaying Taoist sitting opposite him the question. He had white hair, white beard, and even a pair of perfectly white eyes.
The old man possessed a benevolent countenance and a celestial-like bearing, but his voice was shrill beyond imagination. It sounded like the screeches of countless insects, horrifying and hair-raising.
Everyone else subtly rubbed their arms. It was because they felt like a million worms or insects were crawling across their skin.