The Spiritual Mountain consists of only one peak, a peak straight up to the sky, like a giant sword piercing the firmament.
The peak they see before them is indeed the Spiritual Mountain, but it is completely different from the Spiritual Mountain Jiang Xiaobai once led the alliance to attack.
Jiang Xiaobai still clearly remembers what the Spiritual Mountain was like back then. The Spiritual Mountain was shrouded in thick black fog, and even the clouds above it were dark. The entire mountain exuded a sinister ghostly aura, appearing desolate, a barren hill in its true sense.
Now, the mountain before them is entirely covered with lush vegetation, a light mist softly entwines the mountain's waist. The Spiritual Mountain now looks like a slender, graceful, beautiful maiden, the mist a silk ribbon around her waist.
Seeing the beauty of the Spiritual Mountain, both Jiang Xiaobai and Bai Feng's minds involuntarily conjured a word.
"A paradise! It's truly a paradise!"
