The peak of Qii Mountain soared to a height of thirty-three hundred zhang. Its sun-facing side was bathed in endless clear skies, while its shaded side was trapped in a perpetual snowstorm.
The Immortal Reception Platform, built with glazed roof tiles and Cold Jade walls, was once a scene worthy of the Immortal Realm, embodying the spirit of the Righteous Dao. Now, however, it was steeped in a gloomy Yin Qi.
Countless vines, each so thick it would take a person to wrap their arms around it, swarmed over the Immortal Reception Platform. With the platform as their core, they blanketed the entire peak.
There was no color on the mountain peak aside from a deep, oppressive teal.
Even the brilliant white snow on the far side of the mountain was smothered beneath the encroaching hue.
BOOM!
