Starting With 100 Million Lives-Chapter 735 I am the Mountain God

The words he spoke made the elders in the hall have to admit it was the truth.

The Snow Spirit Sect simply doesn't have the capacity to absorb this Treasure Mountain.

"Then what should we do?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Do we just leave it there to admire?"

The Great Elder Han Zhuo smiled slightly, "Of course not!"

"Such a rare gift from heaven, since we can't use it, we'll exchange it with others."

"What we need to consider is how to use it to trade for enough cultivation resources."

While the Snow Spirit Sect was discussing how to 'sell' this Treasure Mountain, on Dingbo Island, a million miles away from Changhan Island, another sect named Jisheng Sect was also discussing the Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal.

"What kind of exotic treasure has appeared?"

They, a million miles away, also sensed the commotion just now.

"A mountain made of Nine-Colored Celestial Crystals?"

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"It's absolutely true!"

"Our people have even sent back the images."

The people in the hall quickly saw the magical Treasure Mountain that was radiant with colors through the Transmission Immortal Artifact.

Immediately, the hall was swaying with branches and leaves, like a dance of demons.

The disciples within the Jisheng Sect practiced with Wood Spirit Bodies, appearing as humanoid trees.

Their cultivation process involved gradually growing from small saplings into towering trees.

During this process, their power also increased significantly.

Many Wood Spirit Race individuals, once rooted in a place, caused the surroundings to become lush and thriving, sometimes with an excess of wood energy making it impossible for others to approach.

The cultivation method of the Jisheng Sect, however, was the opposite.

A True Immortal level disciple of the Jisheng Sect, once rooted, could turn the surrounding hundred miles into barrenness within a few years.

Since the two islands are not too far apart, Jisheng Sect and Snow Spirit Sect have been long-time rivals.

Having fought for so many years, naturally, each sect has sent spies to the other.

Hence, whenever there's a significant commotion in the Snow Spirit Sect, Jisheng Sect is often the first to know.

Sect Master Pu Feng of Jisheng Sect suppressed his inner excitement, "Snow Spirit Sect is really daydreaming, daring to swallow such a supreme treasure alone?"

He couldn't calm down either.

Such a huge Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal Mountain, its value is beyond estimation.

Not to mention a sect like theirs, only guarded by Immortal Kings.

Even an Immortal Emperor would go crazy seeing such a mountain, wouldn't they?

"Do they even know their weight? Is this something they're entitled to possess?"

"This mountain must belong to our Jisheng Sect!"

"What should we do?"

"Those snow people's power isn't inferior to ours."

Pu Feng said calmly, "They don't know yet that the news has leaked, there is no guard against our arrival."

"Act tonight!"

"Quietly move the mountain over!"

Wood Spirit Race individuals are very skilled in infiltration, as long as there's grass and wood, nothing escapes their penetration.

"We cannot allow the Snow Spirit Sect to grow strong!"

While they were secretly discussing, Brother Cheng's Immortal Soul finally recovered a part.

The Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal originally can block part of the Immortal Soul.

Especially such a large mountain, no one's Immortal Soul can penetrate it.

But Brother Cheng's Immortal Soul had mutated, and that transparent hand was almost omnipotent, quickly taking a strand of his Divine Thought outside.

After examining the situation around a bit, he couldn't help but be amused.

He had been mistaken for a treasure and transported back to the sect?

His first reaction was displeasure.

What kind of respect does Brother Cheng have?

You're thinking of treating me as cargo?

But in the next moment, he changed his mind.

Because his Divine Thought sensed the rich Immortal Yuan Qi outside.

Most sects are located in places rich in Immortal Yuan Qi, and Snow Spirit Sect was no exception. Beneath the sect, there was an Immortal Crystal Vein.

Although the grade wasn't high, for him in this situation, it was like a boon during a drought.

The Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal can isolate even the Power of Rules; he was sealed inside, unable to use even the Space Storage Ring, with lots of Immortal Pills but unable to consume them.

If it were any other immortals now, they couldn't do anything, only wait for death inside.

But Brother Cheng's Immortal Soul is special, capable of enveloping the surrounding hundred-foot area, absorbing part of the Immortal Yuan Qi to recover.

Once his Immortal Soul is mostly restored, he can use the top Immortal Technique, Soul Reversal, to replenish his Immortal Power.

As soon as he regained some Immortal Power, this Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal could not hold him.

But the former mountain range he was attacked in by Celestial Dao had been emptied of Immortal Yuan Qi.

Originally at a loss, slowly cultivating would take him tens of thousands of years to recover Primordial Qi.

Now being moved here by the Snow Spirit Sect actually helped him.

Estimates suggest he could break free in just a year.

And if he could connect with the sect's Immortal Crystal Vein, the recovery speed would be even faster.

Perhaps within a month he could break through the mountain.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but extend his Immortal Soul outward.

Over there, a group of disciples sat upright, standing guard.

They were not guarding Brother Cheng, as in their eyes, the Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal Mountain was a dead object; their main concern was outside spies.

These snowmen were intricately sculpted, exquisite and perfect, paired with their tense, serious expressions made them quite cute.

His Immortal Soul could currently only extend a hundred feet, quickly choosing one snowman who seemed like the leader among them.

Her realm had reached the Ninth Layer of Immortal Venerable.

No accident, she should be an important True Disciple.

"Hey, little sister, hello!"

The snowman was startled, quickly looking around.

"Who, who's speaking?"

Other snowmen were alarmed, looking over one after another.

"Han Ling, what happened?"

"Just now someone spoke, did you hear it?"

"No, we didn't!"

The snowman named Han Ling frowning her beautiful brows, searching around again but finding nothing.

Just as she thought it was a hallucination, Brother Cheng's voice directly sounded in the depths of her Sea of Consciousness again.

"Little sister, stop searching, I'm right here."

"You, who are you?"

Han Ling was greatly shocked.

She realized this was a Divine Thought invasion, much more advanced than normal sound transmission.

Being able to effortlessly enter her Sea of Consciousness, it means the other's power is at least ten times hers.

"Me?"

Brother Cheng thought for a while, then smiled cheerfully, "I'm the Mountain God of this Nine-Colored Celestial Crystal Mountain!"

"Mountain God? What is that?" Han Ling felt confused.

She looked at the giant Treasure Mountain in front of her with uncertainty, refreshed with understanding.

"You, you're this mountain? This mountain is actually alive?"

Though she didn't understand the term 'Mountain God,' the meaning Brother Cheng expressed was more or less the same.

So he laughed again, "That's right, I am this mountain."

With his confirmation, Han Ling nearly jumped up on the spot.

Her first reaction was to quickly report to the Sect Leader and the elders, something eerie was happening!

However, Brother Cheng stopped her in time.

"Little sister, don't rush, even if I really wanted to kill you, you couldn't escape..."

Thinking about it, Han Ling found it true, gradually calming down.