It was March. The cold winter had only just passed, and icy winds still whistled through the mountains. The most refreshing season of warm spring had yet to arrive.
Beside a cliff face like a pointed fang, Xiang Yang stood with bright eyes, the Evil-Warding Blade on his back, leaning against the edge of the cliff as the cold wind howled in fury. He waited silently for someone who had made an agreement with him.
After late autumn and deep winter, a full half year had passed. He seemed to have become even more unfathomable and inscrutable; looking at him was like looking up at the boundless sky.
This was Mo Mountain in Kang Prefecture, a place rarely visited by people, where flocks of birds and herds of beasts roamed. It spanned three commanderies. According to data measured by the Great Zhou Divine Constable Gate, it stretched two hundred kilometers from east to west and eighty kilometers from north to south, making it without question the number one mountain in Kang Prefecture.
The original Mo Mountain had been a favorite destination for hunters, herb gatherers, woodcutters, and merchant caravans. Amid its endless ranges lay all manner of resources, enough to support the livelihoods of countless thousands.
Some scholars and poets had even composed verses about it: "Who mended the heavens in the northeast? This mountain stands as a pillar to hold them up." They used these words to describe the soaring majesty of Bright Emperor Peak in Mo Mountain. It was also one of Kang Prefecture's great scenic wonders, with travelers coming and going without end.
However, after the Spiritual Energy Flux began to recover a few years ago, Mo Mountain gradually became terrifying.
Many of the fierce beasts on the mountain seemed to have been driven by some mysterious