Purple Thunder Peak stood majestically above the sea of clouds.
This towering main peak, akin to a coiled dragon, with its head held high towards the sky. Surrounding it were several slightly shorter secondary peaks, akin to guards holding their halberds.
The mountain body of Purple Thunder Peak appeared a deep purple-black, faintly covered with mysterious patterns, countless in number, flowing with a subtle yet noble cold light.
Above the peak, shrouded all year round by lingering purple clouds, where lightning danced like purple serpents, magnificent and mysterious.
As one of the deputy peak masters of Purple Thunder Peak, Meng Wuyan was currently climbing the mountainside.
Even for him, climbing the mountain required each step to be firm, without the qualification to use mana to cloud ride.
Upon reaching a protruding mountain cliff pavilion, Meng Wuyan paused, folded the list in his hand into a flying message, and sent it out from afar.
