Mountain peaks!
Without a single tree, the bald bluestone peaks stood bare.
Standing atop this peak and looking around in all directions, one felt the proud sentiment of surveying all the smaller mountains from a single summit.
On the edge of the cliff in the northwest direction stood a man with a majestic physique. He continuously waved his hands, his mouth at times chanting incomprehensible incantations, and at other times shouting out words like wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. In this state, he was not a psychiatric patient, but rather the First Dharma King of the Water Moon Cave World, Yin Zhong.
At this moment, Yin Zhong relied on his single strength to forcibly hold back the advance of the two-hundred-million-strong cultivator coalition army. If this world still had a future, Yin Zhong's actions today would inevitably be recorded in history books, becoming an eternal epic praised by ten thousand generations.
Parked in the southeast direction was a chariot pulled by six flaming Qilin. The chariot was cast entirely from bronze; perhaps because it had been forged so long ago, green patina had already appeared upon it, filled with the traces of time. In appearance, the chariot was not one used by ordinary soldiers on the battlefield, but rather the commanding war chariot style used by emperors and commanders.
Quietly sitting atop the chariot was an peerlessly beautiful woman, her entire body radiating powerful true qi fluctuations. Clearly it was the true qi fluctuation of a martial cultivator, yet the fluctuations she emitted gave a sense of threat not a single bit weaker than the mana fluctuations of immortal cultivators. At this moment, her beautiful eyes looked toward the two figures that had abruptly appeared on the earth in the southeast and northwest directions.
Judging from the attire of the