Chapter 1185 — Thirty Billion Years Old
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
Even those Void Beasts that had clung to the Rift of Heaven, intending to tear the rift wider, released their claws one after another and plummeted from the rift.
Mid-fall they twisted their bodies, spread the fleshy membranes of their six limbs, and skimmed across the sky.
"The north should be..."
In the Great Marsh, the Swan Heavenly Venerable lifted his head, a look of astonishment on his face. He said: "The Great Black Mountain! That place is utterly desolate—the most dangerous, most strange and sinister land in all the Ancestral Court. Even the Creators of the primeval era would not go there, but shunned it! If these Void Beasts are rushing there, does it mean someone has fled to that place?"
"Not one of the Ten Heavenly Venerables is a fool. They can all see the terror of the Great Black Mountain, so none of them would choose it..."
His expression shifted slightly. Stamping his foot, he cried: "Wretched! I know who has gone to the Great Black Mountain! Only that boy, bold as heaven itself!"