West Niu Hezhou
Sumeru Mountain
At this moment, this mountain, the Western Ancestral Vein, has already plunged into darkness, as if the night had swallowed the entire world.
Gazing into the distance, endless dark clouds have spread across the entire sky, save for the azure thunder and lightning, not a glimmer of light could penetrate the thick curtain of blackness.
In the darkness, a somber aura enshrouded the entire mountaintop.
Lightning streaked across the sky, like a colossal dragon ripping through the darkness, instantly drawing back the curtains.
Peal after peal of earth-shattering thunder rolled on, deafening those who heard it.
Above the churning dark clouds, an ocean formed from countless gathered bolides of lightning surged tumultuously.
Sect Hierarch Tongtian's face revealed a hint of excited glee, offering up the Qingping Sword into the air, ready to flit out at any moment.
Seeing this, Saints Jieyin and Zhunti each also brought out their magical artifacts.
