Ji Tianxing talked with Ai Luo for half an hour, and he benefited a lot and got a lot of useful information.
In addition to the three major elves, he also learned some news about Wuyou Mountain.
According to Ai Luo, thousands of years ago, the Earth Spirit Tribe had been living in no fixed abode, living in the rock formations at the core of the earth, living alongside underground caves and lava.
It wasn't until a thousand years ago that the Tuling tribe accidentally discovered a sacred mountain with a height of thousands of feet and settled in the sacred mountain.
The outside world regarded them as carefree elves, so they called the sacred mountain Worry-free Mountain.
When he heard this, Ji Tianxing asked Ai Luo what was so special about that sacred mountain? Why was it called the sacred mountain?
Ai Luo frowned and thought for a long time, but did not give a clear answer.
After all, that was the decision made by the ancestors of the Tuling Tribe, and he didn't know the reason.
He only knew that he had been living on the sacred mountain since he was a child.
Whenever the Earth Spirit Tribe is besieged by the Insect Spirit Tribe, or when all the mineral resources within a radius of thousands of miles are exhausted, the Earth Spirit Tribe will move the sacred mountain to another place.
When Ji Tianxing heard this, he understood why the sacred mountain disappeared and appeared and why it kept changing its position.
But how exactly the Tuling Tribe moved the sacred mountain, Ai Luo did not explain.
After all, this is the secret of the Tuling clan and cannot be told to outsiders.
Unknowingly, five hours passed quickly and it was afternoon.
The little black dragon has flown thousands of miles away from the colorful forest.
Ji Tianxing remembered Shi Zhongjian's map. According to the records on the map, they were still tens of thousands of miles away from Wuyou Mountain.
However, Ai Luo told him and Shi Zhongjian that after crossing the mountains in front, they would reach the Holy Mountain.
This news made both Ji Tianxing and Shi Zhongjian excited and looked forward to it.
"Whoosh!"
The little black dragon flew across the sky at lightning speed, crossed over a rolling mountain range, and flew over the mountains.
Still dozens of miles away, everyone could clearly see that among the mountains ahead, there was a majestic mountain thousands of feet high, standing between heaven and earth.
That is the sacred mountain of the Tuling Tribe!
When Ji Tianxing saw the sacred mountain for the first time, he frowned hard and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, he thought he was seeing the sky-reaching sword monument in the tomb of the Sword God!
Just because, like the Tongtian Sword Monument, the sacred mountain looks like a giant sword as black as ink, standing tall against the sky, exuding a cold and desolate atmosphere.
Although they were dozens of miles away, he could still feel the majestic aura of vicissitudes brought by that sacred mountain.
Just when he was surprised and looking at the sacred mountain carefully, Zangtian's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"That's it! That's the mountain!"
Zangtian's voice was as timeless and distant as ever, but it contained so much joy and excitement that it even trembled a little.
Zangtian has always had a voice and image that are as calm as a mountain and cold as ice.
It has never lost its composure, just like a god overlooking the world, watching everything with cold eyes.
However, its voice sounded directly in Ji Tianxing's mind.
Ji Tianxing could clearly feel the emotion contained in that voice, like a father finally finding his long-lost child.
He could also understand the complicated feelings that Zang Tian had when he finally found his broken body after a thousand years.
Of course, he knows better what this means.
His mood also became excited, and he asked with surprise: "Zangtian, is it possible that the divine sword is on that sacred mountain?"
Zangtian replied in a low and powerful tone: "Yes!"
"I understand!" Ji Tianxing said nothing more and stared at the sacred mountain in the distance, his eyes filled with intense light.
Soon, the little black dragon flew everyone to the sacred mountain and landed at the foot of the sacred mountain.
Ji Tianxing and Shi Zhongjian looked at the sacred mountain from a close distance, both showing deep astonishment in their eyes.
I saw that this sacred mountain with a height of thousands of feet was like a giant sword as black as ink.
At the foot of the mountain is a dense jungle, a lush dark green scene.
The mountain wall is straight and steep, with no paths or steps at all, making it impossible to walk or climb.
But there are many caves dug into the nearly vertical cliff.
Each cave is dark and gloomy, leading to the interior of the mountain, and is inhabited by the people of the Tuling tribe.
Rows of caves, like dense honeycomb holes, are distributed on the sacred mountain.
Ji Tianxing guessed that from the outside, there was no connection between the caves.
But inside the mountain, the caves are definitely connected.
In fact, there are not only many passages inside the cave, but also larger caves, similar to halls and squares.
Before the Tuling tribe discovered the Holy Mountain, they lived inside the mountains and deep underground. They were best at drilling holes and building underground cities.
After they settled in the sacred mountain, they built the sacred mountain into their home, like a huge castle.
He quickly released his spiritual consciousness and headed towards the sacred mountain, wanting to explore the situation inside the sacred mountain.
However, as soon as his spiritual consciousness came into contact with the sacred mountain, it was bounced back.
There is an extremely powerful and majestic invisible force that wraps around the entire sacred mountain.
Ji Tianxing was suddenly shocked and his face turned pale, and his consciousness became blurred and dizzy.
He frowned in surprise and thought to himself: "The aura of such a powerful mysterious power is somewhat similar to that of Zang Tian. Could this be the power of Broken Sword?
That broken sword from a thousand years ago fell into this mountain, protecting this sacred mountain?"
At this time, Ai Luo waved to him and Shi Zhongjian, and said with a smile: "Two distinguished guests, please follow me into the sacred mountain to pay homage to my father."
After that, he took Ji Tianxing and Shi Zhongjian and walked towards the sacred mountain.
Ji Tianxing took the little black dragon back into his brocade bag, followed Ai Luo to the foot of the mountain, and came to a dark cave.
I saw Ai Luo pressing his palm on the rock wall of the sacred mountain, silently activating his power.
Immediately, the formation sealing the entrance to the cave was opened, and a dark passage appeared at the entrance of the cave.
Airo stepped into the cave first and led the two of them deeper into the passage.
Along the way, there were Tuling tribe guards guarding both sides of the passage.
The body and appearance of these guards are very similar to Airl's. They are all stout and sturdy dwarves, as thick as stone pillars.
They were wearing black iron armor, carrying swords and scimitars, and some of the guards simply used hammers as weapons. They looked very tough.
After a while, the three of them walked to the end of the passage and entered a two-meter-square stone room.
The floor of the stone chamber is covered with formation patterns, and the walls are also carved with ancient patterns and symbols, as well as a palm-sized black iron button.
Ai Luo patted the black iron button, and the stone door of the stone chamber immediately closed.
Then, the formation on the ground lit up, and the entire stone chamber was supported by the power of the formation and quickly rose upwards.
The stone chamber was getting further and further away from the ground, rising along a passage. After just ten breaths, it reached the top of a thousand-foot-high mountain.