The top of the mountain was very quiet and tranquil. There was nothing except flat land. Other than the direction of the flight of white jade stairs behind him, when he looked from any other direction atop this mountain, all he could see was a sea of fire. There were no other roads at all. Moreover, the mountain top was hundreds of meters in radius, and it also had a majestic aura. Other than the flight of white jade stairs, it was as though there were invisible barriers in other directions. There was definitely no way out of this place.
Was this bare mountain top the altar and the imperial mausoleum of the Octopus people? They worshipped the air?
Wang Zhong looked around again and finally found something in the sky. A huge, phoenix-shaped seemingly void object was suspended in the sky, exuding a dark red light. It was still and looked like a cloud. On second look, it seemed like fog, yet it also seemed like an entity that was made up of an indescribable material.