Mount Hua—the place where the Third Holy Mother was said to have been imprisoned in the legends of The Lotus Lantern, and where Chen Xiang split open the mountain to save his mother.
No one knew whether Chen Xiang and the Third Holy Mother existed in this world, but Mount Hua did. To a great extent, it even resembled the Mount Hua of the real world. Whether that was coincidence or the system's doing was unknown.
The ridge of Mount Hua's Western Peak stretched across the earth like the back of a dagger, while the peak itself resembled an isolated hilt suspended in the air. A temple had been built atop it, but it was now completely deserted.
Zhu Mingkang had been settled there.
An Yang returned from outside, covered in blood.
He walked toward the temple from one end of the ridge. The dagger-back-like ridge was made entirely of hard rock, with only a level path carved out by stonemasons using chisels. There were no railings, and it was a full kilometer long. Walking along it was like taking part in an extreme sport; the slightest slip would send someone plunging into the abyss.
Naturally, An Yang was not afraid of falling. He walked steadily, as if strolling on level ground, step by step climbing the ridge toward the temple.
It was dusk. The clouds lay beneath his feet, while the sky above was a deep blue. The horizon had been dyed golden by the setting sun, and the clouds below were likewise a riot of colors. A lone person walking along such a steep, straight ridge created an atmosphere of someone single-mindedly pursuing something.
The mountain ahead was bathed in gold, but the place was far from as calm as it appeared. On the contrary, the wind on