The entire mountain peak presents a deep indigo color, with rock layers as steep as if cut by knives and axes, standing tall as if they lead directly to the heavens.
Over a hundred pavilions are built against the mountain, layered and endless, with upturned eaves piercing through the flowing clouds. The concealed 螭吻 lurking in the mist adds a touch of grandeur!
Right in the center is a massive mountain gate built from white stone, with a character "武" carved on the ten-zhang-high lintel.
The strokes are as if drawn by silver hooks and iron paint, penetrating three inches into the stone.
Even with Chen Mo's current cultivation, staring at it for a long time made his eyes feel slightly painful.
Swoosh—
A sound of something breaking through the air was heard, and a man in a green martial robe leaped over.
