Was that mountain high? Its peak reached the azure heavens.
Was that ravine deep? At its bottom lay the Underworld.
Within Yellow Wind Ridge stood Yellow Wind Mountain, and atop Yellow Wind Mountain stood the Heavenly Palace.
Ten thousand miles above the blue clouds, looking down from the cloudbanks, one's gaze could stretch without end, taking all of Yellow Wind Ridge into one's eyes.
This was the tallest mountain in the Yellow Wind Domain. Upon its summit stood the Heavenly Palace pavilions.
It held sway over the life and death, prosperity and decline of countless living beings and dozens of kingdoms.
No one knew how many years the Rat Demon clan had entrenched itself here, breeding the Human Race and mongrel beasts, yet being worshipped as true gods descended from heaven, ruling over all.
It interpreted the four words "the strong devour the weak" with utter vividness.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
Suddenly, a great metallic clang rang out within the palace, awakening the silent halls.
Over a hundred Rat Demons in brocade robes emerged from caves, cultivation grounds, and halls throughout the palace, converging upon the main hall with grim expressions.
More than a dozen years ago, a Human Race Pseudo-Immortal had invaded the Western Regions from Southern Jambudvipa. His power had grown day by day, and the Western Expeditionary Force had already become an overwhelming tide.
East of the Sha River, the supernatural beings had nearly lost even a foothold, retreating one after another to the Far West Land.
Thus, Yellow Wind Ridge had become the bridgehead of the supernatural beings.
Several months ago, the vanguard of the Western Expeditionary Force had entered Yellow Wind Ridge, and more than a dozen fierce battles had erupted, with victories and defeats on both sides.
Then, those once-active vanguards suddenly lowered their banners