As one foot stepped down, the surroundings suddenly transformed.
The once muddy small courtyard vanished, replaced by an empty space.
At the center of this space, a towering mountain stood imposingly.
The mountain was majestic and silent, with countless lights swirling within.
Xue An slightly raised an eyebrow, "Literary Luck transforming into a mountain?"
With these words, he strode towards the towering mountain.
At the same moment he stepped forward towards the mountain, the dilapidated Qi Si headquarters began to tremble slightly.
Lu Hui, writing inside a room, first froze, then swiftly looked out of the window.
"Someone is ascending the Literary Mountain?"
The tone was filled with astonishment.
In fact, not only him, at this very moment, anyone with a bit of cultivation level at the Qi Si headquarters all gazed towards the front courtyard.
"How is this possible? After a hundred years, someone has stirred the Literary Mountain again?"
