Taihang Mountain Range, where the cyan mountains rise and fall, extending endlessly.
At a glance, all that can be seen are peaks piercing through the Cloud Sea, each mountain higher than the one before.
Ye Jingcheng landed on the Spiritual Ship at this moment, also marveling at the majesty and mystery of the Taihang Mountain Range.
Different from the mysterious valley they found before, which belonged to the outermost region, this place has deeply penetrated into the Taihang Mountain Range.
Along the way, there were quite a few flying birds, but without exception, they were all cut down by the sword light soaring in the air. The blazing sword aura made Ye Jingcheng somewhat eager.
For cultivators, every single one of them aspires to be a sword cultivator, but in this world, the definition of a sword cultivator is not merely controlling a flying sword spiritual artifact. The simplest thing is whether or not there is sword aura.
