120: Chapter 120 The Grandmasters' Worries

If the Cultivators of the Desolate Province were to see such a scene, their jaws would certainly drop in astonishment.

It must be known that the various factions of the Human Race within the Desolate Province are deeply intertwined, with complex relationships between them. The Great Grandmasters of these major factions are recluses who rarely appear before the world.

Yet, today, these Great Grandmasters, who had been rarely seen for decades, had gathered at the Zetian Sect as if by prior arrangement! This was truly an inconceivable event.

When Chen Heng finished speaking, the other Great Grandmasters in the pavilion turned their gazes toward Wang Ming in unison.

What was shocking was that these figures, standing at the Peak of the cultivation world of the Desolate Province, were at this very moment revealing the same look of worry in their eyes as Chen Heng.

This worry was as if there were some terrifying existence hidden within Qinghua Mountain that made them all feel fear, leaving them unable to avoid feeling apprehensive.

After Wang Ming walked into the small pavilion and took the seat reserved for him, he revealed a hint of solemnity on his face and said, "Let this old man tell you the truth: the situation within Qinghua Mountain might be even more serious than you imagine."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone in the small pavilion changed.

At this moment, Wang Ming changed the subject and continued, "However, you do not need to worry too much. It will still take some time for those 'things' to break out of Qinghua Mountain and descend upon the Desolate Province."

"As long as we find a way to resolve the anomalies within Qinghua Mountain before that happens, it will suffice."

The Great Grandmasters' expressions eased after hearing this.

Zheng Ming, the Great Grandmaster of the Great Yu Dynasty, stroked his white beard and asked in a deep voice, "Old Wang, the opening of Qinghua Mountain this time was suddenly advanced by a year. Does this also have to do with the anomalies within Qinghua Mountain?"

Wang Ming nodded, "It is related to the anomalies inside. Some time ago, when this old man was guarding Qinghua Mountain, I inadvertently discovered traces of those 'things' through the Seal."

"It is just that those 'things' should only be the vanguard, so their strength is not yet considered formidable..."

The Great Grandmaster of the Great Yan Dynasty frowned slightly upon hearing this, "So, Old Wang, that is why you advanced the opening time of Qinghua Mountain, wanting to let those little ones enter Qinghua Mountain and eliminate those 'things'?"

"Old Wang, even we have not seen those 'things', let alone fought them."

"With the strength of those little ones, are you not afraid that they will be no match for that group of 'things' and all perish within Qinghua Mountain?"

Chu Chaosheng, the Great Grandmaster of the Great Chu Dynasty, echoed, "That group of little ones are all the elites among the younger generation of the Desolate Province; the future world of the Desolate Province will ultimately belong to them."

"If they were all to die in Qinghua Mountain, Old Wang, have you thought about what kind of consequences this would cause?"

"Not to mention anything else, as far as I know, those few Demon Clan Prodigies who entered Qinghua Mountain have already been cultivated as successors by the various Clan Chiefs of the North Sea Demon Clan."

"If they were to die here, I fear that before the crisis in Qinghua Mountain arrives, there will inevitably be a great war between the Human Race and the North Sea Demon Clan."

Everyone in the pavilion nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

In recent years, the friction between the various factions of the Human Race in the Desolate Province and the North Sea Demon Clan has never ceased, and the situation has become increasingly tense.

If it were not for the existence of the Zetian Sect and Wang Ming, a great war between the Human Race and the North Sea Demon Clan would have likely already erupted. After all, the conflict between the two sides has long existed, and even a small spark could potentially trigger a world-shaking war.

But now, the situation has undergone a subtle change due to a single sentence from Wang Ming.

He stated dismissively that he had already informed the North Sea Demon Clan about the anomalies in Qinghua Mountain beforehand. This meant that even if their most outstanding Prodigies were to unfortunately perish in Qinghua Mountain, it would be unlikely to become the fuse for a great war.

These words from Wang Ming caused the heavy burden in everyone's hearts to lift.

Originally, they had been worried that this matter would trigger a conflict between the two races, but now it seemed that this possibility had been greatly reduced.

However, just as everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief, a Great Grandmaster of a Sect suddenly raised a new question: "Old Wang, do you really think those little ones can settle this matter?" His tone revealed a trace of doubt, as if he were not that confident in the abilities of the younger generation.

Wang Ming remained silent for a good while before finally breaking the silence. His voice was low and solemn: "The anomalies within Qinghua Mountain are by no means a small matter; they concern the survival of all living beings in the entire Desolate Province."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "In this moment of crisis, each of us shoulders a heavy responsibility. I believe that those entrusted with this heavy task are well aware of the mission they carry, and they will certainly be able to handle this matter properly!"

The small pavilion was silent, and everyone remained speechless, as if shocked by Wang Ming's words.

Their gazes turned once again, in unison, toward the distant Qinghua Mountain, the place hailed by the world as the number one divine mountain of the Desolate Province.

Qinghua Mountain had stood here since the Ancient Era, having weathered the vicissitudes of time and witnessed countless rises and falls. It not only contained endless Opportunities and Treasure Troves, but also concealed an unknown, poignant secret.

In the eyes of this group of Great Grandmasters, Qinghua Mountain was like a sealed Taboo that no one dared to touch lightly.

Because once the 'things' inside came out, the situation in the Desolate Province would undergo a heaven-turning, earth-shattering change, and both the Human Race and the North Sea Demon Clan would face a massive catastrophe!

Helplessly, the Seal within Qinghua Mountain did not allow Cultivators over the age of fifty to step inside.

Otherwise, Wang Ming would not have the heart to let these young Prodigies take risks; if he were to take a group of Great Grandmasters inside, he could easily wipe out those crises.

However, Wang Ming was not overly worried.

After all, a Great Grandmaster had mixed into that group of Prodigies!

... In Qinghua Mountain.

After Chen Zhiwen stepped into that gap and entered, his vision went black. By the time he regained his senses,

he had already appeared in a strange herb field, and Zheng Chen and the others who were traveling with him were nowhere to be found; clearly, they had been teleported to different places within Qinghua Mountain.

Chen Zhiwen looked around and found that there was no one else around; only he himself was standing in this herb field. He curiously looked around, his gaze drawn to this herb field.

This herb field was not large, and one could see to the end at a glance, but dozens of medicinal herbs were planted inside. Nourished by Qinghua Mountain, these herbs grew lush and green, emitting an alluring, hazy radiance.

Chen Zhiwen strolled through the herb field, feeling the rich Spiritual Qi around him. He saw that every medicinal herb was like a precious work of art; their leaves, flowers, and fruits all emitted a unique aura.

As he walked, Chen Zhiwen came to an icy-colored clover. This clover was extraordinary; its leaves presented a crystal-clear, icy blue color, as if they were condensed from ice and snow.

Chen Zhiwen squatted down and carefully observed this icy-colored clover with focused eyes. When he approached this medicinal herb, a bone-chilling cold aura rushed toward his face, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

This icy cold aura was exceptionally powerful. Even for an expert like Chen Zhiwen, such close-range contact made him feel somewhat unable to bear it, as if his entire body was about to be frozen stiff.

It was precisely this powerful icy cold aura that made Chen Zhiwen increasingly interested in this icy-colored clover. He could feel that the energy contained within this medicinal herb had reached an inconceivable level; it was absolutely a rare and precious treasure.

Faced with this sudden, heaven-sent Opportunity, Chen Zhiwen was not blinded by greed. His reason told him that behind these medicinal herbs, there might be hidden, immense danger.