"Five Finger Mountain..."
Amidst the thick fog, the World Venerate stood calmly, hands folded behind his back, with the great sun's halo illuminating him,
He spoke peacefully:
"If it is Five Finger Mountain, I do indeed have a way to help you escape from it, but the question arises, what can you offer in return?"
"Above the High Heavens, the pursuit is the balance of all things, a cost for every gain; allowing you to walk out of the Five Finger Mountain would entail a great loss for me, even for someone like me."
The Pope of the Pantheon suddenly brightened his eyes,
His form compressed in a mass of darkness, seemingly without hands or feet, he spoke at this moment:
"The cost can be negotiated, but are you truly unaware that you have not returned to your former self, and that even a Celestial Venerate could not break through the Five Finger Mountain... can you really do it?"
