Mountain Cang, located in the southern part of Great Cold State, spans a vast area, reaching a height of nearly a thousand meters, appearing like a sharp cone.
In the middle of Mountain Cang, there is a patch of land as if it had been levelled by someone, in front of the mountain wall facing the land, there are clusters of weird rocks, vaguely revealing a purple handle of a blade.
"The once-every-five-years Mountain Cang Conference is finally coming."
Two elders, one has only a left eye and the other only a right eye, are sitting in front of the pile of weird rocks. The one speaking is the old man with only the left eye.
"My old friend, these few days I have been observing the stars at night. I perceive that a revival of our Great Cold Demon Path is imminent. It seems that this time, the Divine Monarch's blade should have found its inheritor."
The right-eye elder spoke, with anticipation in his tones.