Rumble rumble rumble…
Suddenly, those specks of starlike radiance trembled violently, surging and gathering, like a flood in reverse, sweeping up everything around.
Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit's expression abruptly shifted; like a lone skiff adrift on an unmoored river sea, he was swept into its depths.
Immediately, streaks of light and shadow rose and fell, like waves pouring sideways into his Primordial Spirit.
"This is…"
Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit quaked, beholding an unbelievable sight.
Cang Mountain soared high, imposing as Dragon and Tiger, Celestial Light dimming, only a blazing conflagration illuminated the endless darkness, nearly lighting up the long, black night.
"Dragon Tiger Mountain!?"
Zhang Fan recognized it: this mountain was the Daoist Ancestral Court, unrivaled in the world, rising above Dragon Lake.
