Qin He's eyes gleamed. He had once seen the Illusory Shadow of Floating Mausoleum Mountain, but it had only been an Illusory Shadow, impossible to make out clearly.
Heaven's secrets had been veiled, shrouded in layer upon layer of mist.
But now, beneath the starlight, that mysterious mountain range was drawing closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.
"Graves!"
"Look, so many graves!"
"..."
At that moment, many within the army formation pointed at the floating Floating Mausoleum Mountain and shouted.
It was an extraordinarily majestic mountain, covered with countless tombs of every size. Dense gravestones stood like swords plunged into the earth, carpeting the mountain from end to end.
They stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to its summit.
Judging by their arrangement, it resembled a Mass Grave, disorderly and chaotic.
Yet this place, which should have been gloomy and terrifying, blazed with divine light and countless golden clouds, brimming with righteous energy.
"There are words! There's a stone stele there!"
"There are bloody words on the stele!"
"They look like they were just written!"
"Heroic Spirit Mountain!"
As the divine mountain drew nearer, three blood-red characters could be seen written upon a sheer cliff halfway up the mountain: Heroic Spirit Mountain.
The strokes were vigorous, the blood dark red, with droplets of fresh blood still trickling down.
It was as though they had just been written in blood. Amid ten thousand golden clouds, they left behind a stroke of unwillingness, a cry of defiance, and a solemn burial.
Having crossed endless history and distance, they had arrived in the present day.
Everyone was stunned as they watched this shocking sight.
This was not an Illusory Shadow!
It was a real divine mountain—a mountain of graves, a cemetery.
Its name was "Heroic Spirits."
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