"Yes, that's what I've been talking about, the Mountain of World Suppression," it seemed as if he was responding to Bai Zhaoju's words, as well as talking to himself. And as Wukong's voice rang out, the massive peak that had suddenly appeared and was three thousand meters tall, crashed down directly. Just then, the White Emperor Bai Zhaoju found himself once again in an awkward situation he could not escape from. It wasn't only because he was surrounded by walls of red light on all sides but also because outside of the red light, six diamond chains were tightly binding him. Even after Bai Zhaoju had kneeled on one knee, his entire lower body had sunk into the ground, and the two hands formed from the Three Thousand Barren Sands were still firmly grasping his ankles.