Half an hour later.
A towering and majestic mountain peak, stretching endlessly, appeared before Chen Zhixing.
"Young master, that's Celestial River Mountain ahead."
A cold, mature woman's voice echoed in Chen Zhixing's mind.
Chen Zhixing nodded slightly, restrained his aura, and walked into a dense forest, behind a giant green stone.
Immediately, Chen Zhixing looked up at Celestial River Mountain.
He saw sword qi roaring, sword light swirling on Celestial River Mountain.
Figures were flying on swords from all directions, transforming into brilliant rainbows, crossing heaven and earth, isolating the sun and moon.
Each one was like the sword immortal characters in novels from his past life, riding the wind with their swords, singing loudly between the Nine Heavens.
Free and elegant, beyond compare.
Chen Zhixing's gaze slightly focused, somewhat entranced.
