Fortunately, the Biwei Silver Needle is still usable. Xiao Yifei breathed a sigh of relief before beginning to use the Biwei Silver Needle to seal the more crucial of the Eight Extraordinary Vessels within his body to prevent all his cultivation from being destroyed.

To Xiao Yifei's surprise, as the Biwei Silver Needle moved within him, it seemed that the Holy Spirit within the Holy Mountain also sensed its presence inside Xiao Yifei's body and suddenly withdrew the overwhelming holy energy pressing down on him.

"This?" Xiao Yifei exhaled a breath of relief. Without this oppressive force, the Qi within him began to circulate rapidly, using Xiao Yifei's unique recovery power to repair his body. Within moments, he was fully restored.

"Come in!"

Just as Xiao Yifei was about to examine his internal state to confirm his well-being, a powerful voice suddenly flashed through his mind. The voice carried a commanding tone that startled him.

"Who is it?" Xiao Yifei attempted to converse with the voice in his mind, but the latter acted as if nothing had happened, making no response.

Xiao Yifei was secretly pleased. It seemed that the old thief Xiao Zhentian had miscalculated, as they likely intended for him to die at the foot of the Holy Mountain in this way, but unexpectedly, he had gained the mountain's recognition by sheer luck.

"It seems the only way to uncover the truth is to go inside. The Xiao Family won't easily let me go just because I survived at the mountain's foot." With this in mind, Xiao Yifei began to climb towards the summit.

During the climb, Xiao Yifei discovered that the stones atop the Holy Mountain were quite loose; stepping on them caused them to disintegrate, revealing many large white crystalline grains. Clearly, the holy light just now was refracted and emitted through these grains.

The loose mountain body made the climb extremely challenging. Even though Xiao Yifei's movement technique had reached the peak realm, he still almost slipped several times during the ascent due to the mountain's fragility. It easily crumbled upon touch, offering no place for footing. He could only maintain a precarious balance through his movement technique to barely manage the climb, which was mentally exhausting.

"It seems if Zhang Po came, he could split this mountain in two with just a couple of strikes." Struggling to climb upwards, Xiao Yifei thought of Zhang Po and Chang Wei.

"You two better not run into any trouble. Wait for me to return."

Finally, after much struggling, Xiao Yifei reached the summit of the Holy Mountain. At the moment he reached the top, the temperature soared to unprecedented heights. He felt the moisture in his body drain instantly, and despite his best efforts to use a fire membrane to resist the heat, it was to no avail.

"It's way too hot!" Xiao Yifei muttered to himself, starting to search for the entrance to the Holy Mountain mentioned by his two servants before his departure, thinking it should be easy to find since it was a volcanic crater.

Indeed, after exploring for a while, Xiao Yifei found the entrance to the Holy Mountain at the center of an open space on the summit.

According to the two servants, the Holy Mountain was now fully open, with thick smoke billowing from the crater. Amidst it, there was a faint presence of purple energy, indicating a world of wonders within.

Cautiously, Xiao Yifei moved over, squinting against the thick smoke at the entrance that made it hard to keep his eyes open, only catching glimpses of the Holy Mountain's interior. The mountain's vertical span was immense, with swirling lava right below the crater, occasionally erupting slightly but deftly dodged by Xiao Yifei.

"How on earth do I get down there? Jumping straight down would certainly drop me into the lava, and there are no cliffs to climb below the crater, not to mention the unbearable heat." As he plotted his approach into the mountain, Xiao Yifei peeked into the opening, seeking a rock where he could step.

As Xiao Yifei endured the billowing heat to peer downward, a powerful suction force suddenly erupted from the crater, pulling him downward unprepared and into the crater's depths.

Acting quickly, knowing a fall from this height into the magma was not a joke, Xiao Yifei immediately enveloped himself with Qi, forming a cyan-green shield. Simultaneously, he pushed his fire membrane to its limit, alternating between a light and red glow on his body.

Entering the crater, Xiao Yifei's body started descending rapidly, seized by a searing heat wave that made him instinctively close his eyes, praying internally for a safe landing.

Luckily, the force's origin seemed not malicious, depositing Xiao Yifei on a comparatively solid floating stone amidst the lava. He maintained his stance, carefully avoiding the heat waves from the lava, examining the internal mountain space.

Surrounding Xiao Yifei was an expanse encased in magma, with floating stones of varying sizes matching the texture beneath his feet. Unlike usual, the magma was dark black, its surface covered by briefly solidifying black crusts that peeled away amid bubbling red bursts.

As the magma churned, it emitted steam rising toward the crater.

The internal mountain space was vast, boundless, with dark magma stretching farther than anything Xiao Yifei had seen before, even larger than the mountain space in the Axemen's Tribe, presenting a grandiose scene.

"I wonder which senior summoned this junior here. Whatever the task, I will not decline." Standing firm on the rock, Xiao Yifei bowed to the air, considering the mountain's master too powerful to annoy without prudent flattery.

However, apart from the rolling fire waves and the hissing of falling stones into the lava, there was no response.

Shaking his head, Xiao Yifei realized the Holy Mountain's master still intended to test him, not revealing themselves, leaving him to investigate further on his own.

With that thought, Xiao Yifei prepared to venture deeper into the Holy Mountain to uncover its secrets. But negotiating the daunting lava was unavoidable; the floating stones were too far apart to risk a misstep and be consumed by the magma, leaving not even bones.

Though using the floating stones in the magma as stepping stones was high-risk, Xiao Yifei found it the only viable approach, resorting to this desperate tactic.

Tilting slightly forward, expertly focusing his breath, he aimed for the nearest stone bridge, which despite being the closest, was about a dozen meters away. Gauging the power required, he took a deep breath and leaped onto the stone bridge, skidding dangerously near the edge of the lava.

Thankfully, Xiao Yifei quickly stabilized his stance by shifting his center of gravity upward, just managing to perch on the rock.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Xiao Yifei exclaimed, "That was close."

The temperature inside the Holy Mountain had reached a suffocating level, and the fire membrane on him showed signs of short longevity, its fiery patterns gradually dimming.

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