On the shore of the East Sea, peaks gathered like a congregation.
Immortal Zhen Yuan floated among the clouds, looking down at the high mountains enshrouded by white fog.
"Are you sure it's here?"
He asked.
"Certain."
A Taoist nodded.
"Some days ago, I investigated this place, and dreamt of chilling winds and torrents of blood, with a Giant wailing in sorrow and anger."
He continued, "After investigating, I am convinced that it was Xingtian."
Immortal Zhen Yuan turned to Sun Wukong, "Junior Brother, what do you think?"
Sun Wukong opened his Eyes of Golden Flame, closely examining the mountain, spotting a trace of blood on the surface.
"With such a heavy aura of bloody evil, it is indeed possible,"
He remarked.
Immortal Zhen Yuan nodded: "Then I shall order the mountain to be opened!"
