The dark clouds churned incessantly, occasionally twisting into blurred human faces, silently screaming before vanishing in an instant.
Beneath the dark clouds, all light was devoured, leaving only a suffocating gloom, with even the shadows appearing sticky and foul.
However, today, the perimeter of this land of death was buzzing with noise.
The crowd, dense and black, sprawled like a tidal wave, extending from the mountain's foot to the wilderness several miles away.
Some cultivators were navigating their magical treasures, hovering in midair, some were standing at vantage points eagerly watching, while more pushed against the ground, craning their necks toward the depths of the mountain range.
The air was filled with an atmosphere of tension and excitement.
"Look at the sixth main peak!"
A loud shout made everyone turn their heads in unison.
The half-collapsed peak overhead revealed a dazzling golden light fiercely entangled with a bloody aura.
