Above the sky, accompanied by the splitting of air currents on both sides.
It is an easy matter to overlook the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers below.
Zhao Huai travels by sword, unfazed by honor and disgrace, heading northward, just passing by the Spiritual Mountains.
The continuous mountain range undulates, with verdant peaks, mortals can hardly imagine the world hidden within.
However, Zhao Huai knows that the entire Spiritual Mountains are enveloped by an ancient giant formation, which seems to be surrounded by mountains on the surface, but it is actually a Blessed Land.
He's just passing through the sky above the Spiritual Mountains, without stopping.
Zhao Huai increases his speed with just a glance.
Suddenly, several streaks of light flew out of the formation in the spiritual mountains, gliding through the sky, attracting Zhao Huai's attention.