Li Mo had just set foot on Duozhi Mountain when he regretted carrying the shop along.
The mountain path was simply too treacherous—one careless step and one could fall off a sheer cliff.
Duozhi Mountain was formed entirely from countless tangled limbs, giving it an incomparably eerie appearance. The mountain's body was constantly writhing.
Adding to that, there were no stairs, and the array enveloping the mountain rendered sky-controlling techniques useless. Traversing it required climbing with both hands and feet.
Li Mo found himself in a difficult position—over a hundred cultivators followed closely behind him. He couldn't afford to lose his dignity and abandon the shop.
He stopped before a rock wall, hesitating for a moment. The crowd of cultivators sent him probing glances.
Interspersed among them were spies stationed halfway up the mountain, undoubtedly reporting back to the Daoists guarding the medicine field, who now perceived Li Mo as a major threat.
