As time passed, three days quickly went by. When the dawn of the fourth day tore through the clouds and spilled across the earth, the atmosphere within the mountain range quietly grew heated.
The sound of rushing wind rang endlessly through the sky as figures streaked through the air like locusts. Their destination was the same—the Peak of Fallen at the heart of the Fallen Mountain Range!
The Peak of Fallen was the most majestic and precipitous mountain in the Fallen Mountain Range. It rose ten thousand ren high, and some of its paths were so steep they seemed to drop straight down. Thus, there was no way to climb this mountain; ordinary people could not enter.
The mountaintop was smooth as a mirror, like an enormous reflective surface. From afar, it resembled a pillar of light shooting into the heavens and piercing the clouds, appearing exceptionally grand and magnificent.
After arriving here, many people felt their blood faintly begin to boil.
To live a lifetime and be able to cast everything aside for a complete battle beneath the gaze of countless people—one would have no regrets even in death...
The skies around the mountaintop were packed with people. Every expert capable of flight had spread their Dou Qi wings or simply stood suspended in the air.
In some places closer to the summit, one could even see reclusive old monsters and Grand Elders from various sects.
Yet although the entire mountain range was crowded, not a single person dared to casually set foot upon the Peak of Fallen.
Even those old monsters who could collapse the surrounding space with a mere gesture kept themselves a thousand zhang away from the summit.
As time passed, the sunlight in the sky grew increasingly scorching.
When the blazing sun gradually rose high