Dazzling Dao arts blossomed across heaven and earth.
Backed by a sacred artifact, the Mountain Realm Saint seemed like a divine being treading the void, suppressing the present age.
Whether true-meaning divine abilities or powerful spells, all of them became Yu Haoming's most authentic manifestation of the Saint Realm at this moment.
It was a mountain that inspired awe!
As it grew, it reached from heaven to earth.
The mountain did not seem intent on crushing everything.
It merely descended in silence.
Anything incapable of resisting the mountain's might was extinguished with it.
Whether spiritual energy, aura, an army tangled into formations, or methods powerful enough to transform an entire minor world, all were ground into dust beneath the mountain's might as the passing Yin soldiers rode clouds and roared, releasing their final shrieks. They became Baleful Intent that vanished like smoke and scattered clouds, left for the murky sky to disperse.
Gazing at the Mountain Realm Saint's might,
Tu Shan Jun recalled the legends of his homeland.
Legend had it that gods who committed mistakes would be pinned beneath mountains.
In the past, he had never possessed any particularly direct understanding of mountains. He had merely felt that immortals could not possibly be trapped so easily by a single great mountain.
Only after truly clashing with a Mountain Realm Saint did Tu Shan Jun understand why the ancients held mountains in such reverence. It was an indescribable heaviness and vastness, enough to fill one with terror at a glance.
A mountain was simply a mountain.
Its shape was irrelevant.
Watching the heavenly soldiers and generals beneath his command be crushed by the mountain, Tu Shan Jun resembled an emperor seated high in the cloud court. Looking down, he murmured softly, "I know mountains are powerful enough, but a mountain