Qingtong Mountain lies in the northwest territory of the East Splendor Continent, a vast expanse of wilderness where peaks rise abruptly from the plains. Towering and steep as blades, their verdant hues are striking, their shapes peculiar, resembling half-cut pillar stumps.
By the time Zhang Yan arrived, night had already fallen. From a hundred miles away, he could see a magnificent treasure aura wafting into the sky, brightly coloring the heavens as if painted by the glow of sunset. It illuminated the night as it intertwined with the stars above, its beauty unmatched and surreal.
He raised his head and spotted several streaks of tunneling light darting across the sky like meteors. These belonged to cultivators similarly heading toward Qingtong Mountain.
