The mist on the mountain dispersed halfway, and the spring rain fell finely. The rain became heavier and heavier, and every single drop of spring rain seemed to be mixed with sword qi that rose from this towering mountain!
It was clearly an inanimate mountain, but because of the dispersion of the sword qi, it seemed to have come alive. It was like a vast heavenly god that looked down at the mortal living beings climbing on its body.
The Sixth Mountain of the Sacred Mountain was like a mountain formed by an immortal sword that had fallen into the mortal world.
Half of the mountain was covered in thick fog, but halfway down the mountain, peach blossoms bloomed and the stone path was clear. A white-robed figure walked up the stairs alone and with difficulty.
At the foot of the mountain, the sunlight path had long dissipated. The sunset clouds overlapped as if they were angry at the humiliation of being cut open earlier, and a majestic rain fell.