"I wonder how that young boy Su's cultivation is going? Just how long does this secluded cultivation have to last?" The Old Dragon was a bit curious.
At this moment, Su Chen was standing before a towering mountain.
This mountain was the very one depicted in the painting.
This mountain was extremely extraordinary.
Firstly, it seemed to possess a soul of its own. Standing before it gave one a feeling of a penetrating mental oppression.
Secondly, this mountain appeared to not be static; it was continuously undulating, with each wave akin to flowing water, serene moonlight, or the turbulent eruption of magma across vast distances.
Su Chen had been standing in front of this great mountain for a very long time, though he didn't know exactly how long.
He did nothing, just gazed at the mountain.
