Three hundred miles outside Jingguan City, a giant claw cracked the sky with a terrifying blow, its force shocking and formidable.
Although it quickly retreated, many powerful figures within Jingguan City felt the alarming ripple, sensing the action of an unparalleled force, and were filled with doubt and suspicion.
Soon, a figure appeared in the sky over this region.
Helian Mountain, clad in a mystic robe, stepped into the void. As he surveyed the sunken land spanning dozens of miles, dust rolling, the wrinkles etched by time quivered slightly, and a flicker of annoyance glimmered in his eyes.
Is it that old monster causing trouble again?
Thinking this, he took out a finger-thick stick of golden incense from his sleeve, rubbed it with his fingers to light it, and white smoke rose, forming clouds. Helian Mountain inhaled the smoke through his nose, which then quickly consumed the entire incense stick.
