The setting sun hung in the sky, and the noon over the Barbaric Sacred Star was as scorching hot as usual.
The tribespeople from the Barbaric Clan, guardians of the Barbaric Sacred Land, were gathered in clusters near this ancient mountain range.
This range stretched continuously from north to south, with its highest peaks piercing into the clouds, accessible only to the Barbarian Masters and Elders of the tribes; ordinary cultivators could never reach the summit.
Within these sprawling mountains, it was far from quiet; roars of enraged fierce beasts resounded, shaking the mountains, startling myriad birds, and causing leaves to rustle and fall chaotically.
Between the mountains and ravines, fierce beasts were literally everywhere, and ordinary wild beasts couldn't possibly survive in these ridges.
In the agitated mountains, thick mists seemed to fill the air, especially eerie at this midday hour as the fading sun hung in the sky.
