Black Mountain Cliff

Black Mountain Cliff

South of Central Venerable State stood a mountain that slanted upward. Its surface was dark as ink and not a blade of grass grew upon it, thus it came to be called Black Mountain Cliff.

There was nothing special about Black Mountain Cliff; it could be called utterly ordinary.

It was not until ten thousand years ago, when the Demon Emperor led his followers in a fierce battle against the righteous faction's experts here, that it became famous throughout the world.

Even today, great numbers of martial artists came to Black Mountain Cliff every day, their imaginations running wild as they envisioned the earth-shattering War of Righteousness and Demonic Paths of old!

"What a pity I wasn't born in that era. Otherwise, I would surely have fought those demonic fiends until heaven and earth turned upside down!"

"In that battle, quite a few experts from our righteous faction fell. Fortunately, at the very last moment, they still killed that demon."

Two martial artists stood atop Black Mountain Cliff, their words brimming with reverence and remembrance for their predecessors.

"Sect Master."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them. "Is this Black Mountain Cliff? It doesn't seem particularly special."

Hearing this, the two turned around.

More than twenty martial artists dressed in brightly colored clothes had somehow made their way up.

The man at the front wore white robes. He looked barely over twenty, yet he exuded a faint aura of kingly dominance.

Who was he?

Jun Changxiao.

Though this fellow usually grinned and joked around without a shred of seriousness, he had been a sect master for several years now. The air of one who stood above others had gradually begun to show.

Li Qingyang said, "Black Mountain Cliff was ordinary to begin with. It only became known