Crossing Immortal Gate.
Cloud Hidden Peak stood within Guangning Prefecture, its summit rising a thousand ren high, wreathed in clouds and mist all year round, like an Immortal's dwelling. Thus it had earned the name Crossing Immortal.
For hundreds of years, Crossing Immortal Gate had been a hegemon of Guangning Prefecture. Powerful figures emerged there generation after generation, each era guarded by experts of the Second Rank, even peak powerhouses of the First-Rank Martial Dao.
And according to circulating rumors, Crossing Immortal Gate was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Behind Crossing Immortal Gate stood the support of an immortal blessed land.
For that reason, over these past several hundred years, the sight of Crossing Immortal Gate flourishing without decline had taken shape.
Shen Wenyuan looked at the distant Cloud Hidden Peak, wreathed in clouds and mist, his gaze grave.
This was a hegemon-level force that had stood within the borders of Guangning Prefecture for several hundred years.
In past years, relying on high-level combat strength alone, it could press the authorities down by a head.
High-level combat strength being far inferior to local sect forces was also a phenomenon Great Xia had been unable to avoid for more than eight hundred years.
In the past, he had never dared imagine that one day he could go and flatten Crossing Immortal Gate.
But today, something he had once not dared imagine had become his goal.
Today, the target was Crossing Immortal Gate itself: flatten its gates and halls.
"I just don't know whether the grotto-heaven of the immortals behind them will make a move!" he muttered inwardly.
This was also the thing he worried about most today.
But the arrow was already on the bowstring; it had to be loosed.
Ji Mingzhou and Li Sixiang had