"Now tell me, what exactly is hidden beneath us?"
Liang Yi stepped on the somewhat unstable snow layer beneath his feet. Although from a great distance the Snow Mountain appeared only as the outline of a sword, once close enough and actually standing on the summit, Liang Yi felt the enormity of this mountain.
Even though its shape had been subtly altered over hundreds of years by the lingering Sword Intent that enveloped the mountain, the peak, serving as the hilt, still seemed boundless at a glance.
But apart from silence, Liang Yi temporarily noticed nothing special here.
Yet looking up, the thick clouds overhead seemed closer than before, fitting Wu Nue's description of "the place on the Abyss Continent closest to the Heavenly Vault."
"What are you doing?"
Getting no response from Master Jute, Liang Yi looked down at him, but unexpectedly witnessed a surprising scene.
