At Misty Peak in the East Sea, seven sky-piercing pillars plunged straight into the clouds, gleaming brilliantly and illuminating the entire night sky. The whole sea shone as bright as day, an exceedingly miraculous sight. The seven beams connected heaven and earth, their radiant light dimming even the stars above.
These were seven Holy Mountains that had existed since the Primordial Era. Legend said they sealed seven incomparably powerful experts. After endless ages, not only had they failed to be sealed to death, they had continuously refined the Holy Mountains into stone pillars. Ever since the day without heaven, the disturbances had grown even greater. They were on the verge of breaking free.
Rumble...
The raging waves transformed into all manner of divine weapons: enormous axes dozens of zhang long, giant swords a hundred zhang in length. All were formed from seawater, flashing with incomparably sharp light as they viciously hacked at the seven sky-piercing pillars.
Streams of sparks continuously burst forth, streaking across sea and sky like meteors. The longsabers, broad axes, and giant swords, comparable to treasure-grade divine weapons, could not directly shake the seven stone pillars. They merely wore them down bit by bit, chipping off sparks and dust as though doing useless work.
The will of the Seven Primordial Monarchs was astonishing. From primordial times to the present, through seas turning to fields and endless ages, they had worn away the seal bit by bit and cleaved the Holy Mountains into stone pillars. Their determination was even more awe-inspiring than the tales of the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains or grinding an iron rod into a needle.
Boom!
Towering waves surged into the sky. Then a howl erupted from within one stone pillar, shaking the entire sea region violently. Thousandfold waves rolled endlessly, and the enormous