Following the guidance of the Immortal, Indra walked through the mountains at an unhurried pace.
Before long, he reached the end of the path where the lush green grass also ceased, and a cool and refreshing breeze instantly hit his face.
This was the summit of an open hill.
The land was vast, and one could see its limits in a glance, making one involuntarily look toward the center at the end, where a tall, towering black Linga Pillar stood, piercing the sky and earth, with a snow-white glow emanating from the pillar, resplendent and holy.
The Linga Pillar was immensely large, black yet smooth, standing erect on the summit of this hill.
In the distance, the sea of clouds surged, and the chain of mountains stretched endlessly, seeming to merely serve as a backdrop to this Linga Pillar, accentuating its grandeur.
At this moment, numerous Immortals spoke in high voices to praise Mahadeva.
"So huge!"
Indra looked at the Linga Pillar here.