The cold wind cut sharp, rain streamed down, mist pressed low between heaven and earth, thunder brooded long within the ink-dark storm clouds, growling with a muffled rumble.
Li Tongya rode the wind, streaking across the sky like a shooting star; beneath his feet, mountain woods swayed ceaselessly in the downpour, with leaves and branches flying, yet he passed through expressionless, the rain by his side drawn by the vast sea of immortal power, forming a dozen pale Azure little flood dragons coiling about him.
"Bianyan Mountain."
He gazed far into the distance, eyes narrowed and sinister, the landscape before him flickering in and out of clarity, the undulating ranges twisted like sly vipers, all crooked and snaking. Li Tongya had long cultivated to Foundation Establishment, ever solemn and clear-minded, yet now after flying merely half a day, he felt himself sunk in haze, dulled and nearly drowsy.
