The vastness of the Eternal World was beyond description. It contained many hidden realms and sacred places, and Sky Breaking Mountain was one of them.
Even in the Eternal World, Sky Breaking Mountain was known to very few. Only ancient powers and Sovereigns knew of it; Great Emperors certainly did as well.
It lay in a remote location, far from where living beings dwelled. For tens of trillions of miles in every direction, there was not a single continent. Towering mountains stretched everywhere, surrounded by countless hundred-zhang-wide trees that soared into the clouds. Their branches and leaves overlapped, and the slightest breeze sent ripples through them like waves across a green sea.
In the midst of that sea of green, a bare mountain stood out. Not a single plant grew on it. Its summit had been sliced flat, forming an enormous plaza.
This was Sky Breaking Mountain!
Apart from a stone statue over a hundred zhang tall, the entire plaza was empty.
It was a statue of a middle-aged man.
His muscles were like coiling dragons, his long hair fell to the ground, and he wore a blood-red battle robe. His gaze was razor-sharp, and his whole image was so vivid that a single glance was enough to make him unforgettable.
This was Sky Breaking Great Emperor, a peerless powerhouse of the Dark Era.
He gripped a black spear in his hand, pointing it diagonally toward the sky. An immeasurably vast battle intent pierced through the spear and into the endless void.
This battle intent was so powerful that even after countless epochs had passed since the Dark Era, the mighty force of time had still failed to wear it away.
If one looked closely, one could see wisps of Space Rifts appearing from time to time in the void