As soon as he thought about it, He quickly walked over to the window and looked outside.
The town stretched out before him. Rows of wooden houses stood along narrow streets, while people moved about their daily lives. A few distant rooftops were covered with thin layers of mist, and beyond the town, the landscape gradually disappeared into the hazy distance.
But one thing immediately caught Chen Feng’s attention.
A gigantic, colossal mountain towered over everything in the distance, casting a heavy, oppressive shadow across the entire landscape.
It rose straight up from the earth like a jagged titan, its sheer height defying nature as its jagged peak pierced directly through the churning, heavy layers of storm clouds high above.
From afar, the entire mountain was perpetually cloaked in a dense, swirling sea of ghostly white fog—so thick and unnatural that even its true, terrifying shape was nearly impossible to make out, as if the mountain itself was hiding dark secrets from the mortal world.
Looking at it sent a shiver straight down the spine.
This was the exact mountain where he had somehow managed to survive against all odds when he first arrived in this brutal world.
But after his fellow students and friends were taken away by powerful cultivaters, Chen Feng was left behind, eventually finding his way out and reaching the safety of the yunyang town.
At that time, when he had turned around and looked back, he couldn’t see the mountain at all.
There was nothing behind him except endless white fog.
Deep within that mountain was a mysterious palace.
And that palace was where he had first appeared after being transported from his original world.
The people of yunyang town had given the mountain a terrifying name.
The Mountain of Death.
According to the locals, anyone who entered the mountain never returned alive.
Chen Feng stared at it for a moment before narrowing his eyes.
"Can I use my Secret-Seeking Eyes to find out something about it?"
If the ability could reveal information about ordinary objects, perhaps it could also reveal something about this mysterious mountain.
There was only one way to find out.
"Secret-Seeking Eyes... activate."
The moment his words fell, his eyes suddenly began glowing blue again.
A strange blue light flickered within his pupils.
Chen Feng immediately focused his gaze on the distant mountain.
But the moment he looked directly at it—
His vision suddenly became blurry.
"What?"
Chen Feng’s expression changed.
The mountain in his sight began to distort. The dense fog seemed to twist unnaturally, as if something hidden deep within it had noticed his gaze.
Then—
Before he could even process what is happening, the surrounding scenery violently warped.
Right in the center of his blurred field of vision, the fog parted just enough to reveal an abyss of endless, suffocating darkness. And floating deep within that void... were two colossal, blood-red pupils.
They weren’t just eyes—they were ancient, terrifying entitie staring straight back at him, carrying a heavy, primordial malice that felt as though it could crush his soul into dust with a single glance.
They were impossibly large.
Cold.
Ancient.
And terrifyingly indifferent.
The pupils were narrow and vertical, like those of some colossal ancient beast staring down at a tiny insect.
Chen Feng’s entire body froze.
For a brief moment, he felt as though those gigantic red pupils were staring directly into his soul.
Then his head suddenly began spinning.
"Ugh..."
His vision darkened.
His body lost all strength, and he collapsed onto the floor.
Bang!
But before he could completely lose consciousness, a single line of words suddenly appeared before his darkening vision.
[The Nine-Headed celestial Dragon]
At the same time, an ancient voice echoed deep within his mind.
"Trying to peer upon the Gods when you possess less power than even an ant can only end in death."
....
Deep in the dead of night, pale moonlight streamed through the window of the inn room, casting silver beams across the wooden floorboards.
Chen Feng suddenly woke up, finding himself flat on his back on the cold floor.
His entire body was drenched in a freezing, cold sweat, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably. With a sharp gasp, he scrambled up onto his hands and knees, wiping at his face—only to find his fingers stained with warm, fresh blood leaking directly from his eyes.
He stared blankly at his blood-stained fingers, his heart hammering like a runaway drum. Around him, the quiet room spun violently.
"What... what was that thing?" Chen Feng muttered, his voice trembling and cracking with lingering terror.
Slowly, the fragmented memories of what had just happened began to piece themselves together in his panicked mind.
He had tried to use his Secret-Seeking Eyes to examine the Mountain of Death, trying to peer through the thick, unnatural fog of that colossal mountain.
But the moment he tried to pry into its mysteries, his vision had shattered, replaced by an abyss of endless, suffocating darkness. And deep within that dark void... two gigantic, blood-red pupils had stared right back at him with primordial malice.
He remembered an ancient, soul-crushing voice echoing in his ears, and a system notification flashing wildly across his vision right before he blacked out.
"The system screen... what did it say?"
Chen Feng squeezed his eyes shut, desperately straining his brain to recall the exact text that had flashed on the system interface.
But the moment he tried to force his memory, a violent, agonizing spike of pain ripped through his skull, making his head feel as though it was splitting in two.
"Aghhh!"
He clutched his head, collapsing back against the floor as waves of nausea and vertigo crashed over him. It felt as though a supreme, terrifying entity had deliberately scrubbed those specific lines of memory clean from his mind, leaving behind only a void of white-hot pain whenever he came too close to the truth.
"No, no... stop. Don’t try to remember it," Chen Feng panted heavily, clutching his chest as he forced himself to calm down, wiping away the cold sweat with a trembling hand.
"Don’t think about it. Whatever is hidden inside that mountain... it is an entity far beyond my current power level. Hell, it’s entirely possible that the mountain itself isn’t just a place... the mountain IS a entity itself."
Realizing the sheer magnitude of the danger, a chilling realization settled over him.
If he had lingered there even a second longer, his soul would have been completely shattered into dust.
Gritting his teeth against the lingering headache, Chen Feng tore a piece of fabric from his inner shirt, using it to gently wipe away the remaining blood leaking from his eyes.
Knowing he couldn’t afford to stay in this fragile state, he immediately crossed his legs on the floor, closing his eyes to focus. Breathing in deep, steady rhythms, he began circulating the Heavenly Eagle Transformation Technique through his body.
The profound martial art acted like a stabilizing anchor, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy and guiding it through his chaotic pathways. Slowly, the erratic trembling in his limbs began to subside, the sharp pain in his temples faded into a dull ache, and his breathing settled back into a steady, controlled flow.
For half an hour, Chen Feng sat motionless under the moonlight, quietly mending his shaken psyche and stabilizing his battered physical body until his breathing returned to absolute calm.