The nine sacred mountains stood majestic and profound. Ancient trees towered above them, and strange rocks rose abruptly. The sight could be called magnificent.
They were not particularly tall, but their grandeur exuded an endless pressure, as if the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands lay before you.
When Ye Fan arrived at the foot of the mountains, his body was emaciated, and he could barely support himself. Looking up, he felt chilled to the bone; the cold gazes and intimidating silhouettes made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
A few figures stood shoulder to shoulder on the mountain peaks. Some had hair as white as snow, others as black as waterfalls. As the mountain wind blew, their hair flew chaotically. Their eyes were cold as they looked down without any emotional fluctuation, infinitely indifferent.
What kind of place is this? The Ancient Desolation Forbidden Land!
