Several days later, Xiao Mo finally arrived in the region of Nine Netherworld Mountain.
The once-towering Nine Netherworld Mountain had long since been leveled during a world-shaking battle.
Now, where Nine Netherworld Mountain once stood, a dark, bottomless abyss had taken its place.
Above the abyss, layers of black clouds were densely stacked, like heavy slabs of lead pressing down on the horizon.
These were no ordinary dark clouds, but rather a condensation of Spiritual Power so thick it was almost tangible.
Judging solely by the density of Spiritual Power, this place could indeed be considered a first-rate Blessed Land Grotto Heaven.
However, establishing a Blessed Land Grotto Heaven required more than just dense Spiritual Power.
Though the Spiritual Power here was dense, it was far too volatile, rampaging through the air like a savage beast imprisoned for millennia.
