"Screech!!"
An unusual bird's cry, sharp enough to pierce gold and crack stones, accompanied by the breath of lava, suddenly came from the distant mist.
Only when people got closer did they realize it was a precarious mountain peak standing in the mist of a mountain valley, truly a mountain among mountains.
A fiery mass, like a small sun, circled the peak, emitting a bird's cry.
The peak was jagged, with black rocks and sheer cliffs, and the mountain rocks were cut across without a trace. There was only a nearly ninety-degree vertical stone staircase, which from afar already made one shudder in trepidation.
"Is this the Sword Tomb of your Sword Casting City? And is that firebird your Fire Phoenix?"
Guan Yutian's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at the precarious peak with excitement.
