In the western Hengshan area of the Central Region, the mountains here were towering and strange, countless peaks overlapping one another like jagged dog's teeth, mountains nested within mountains and more mountains beyond them, stretching on without end.
The vegetation in the mountains grew wildly. Stone springs, streams, and pools could be seen everywhere, and at a glance, everything was lush and green, filled with a primal air.
Yang Zhengshan wandered through the mountains for more than two hours before he finally found a relatively flat gorge.
There was a tall mountain on both the east and west sides of the gorge, making it look just like someone had cleaved the mountain open, forming a straight, vertical fissure through the middle.
Perhaps it did not merely look that way. It was very possible that some strong person had once fought here, and the aftershock of that battle had fallen upon this place, splitting apart the portion that had connected the two peaks.
The gorge was over a dozen li long, and even at its widest point, it was less than two hundred zhang across. Its northern end was blocked by a tall mountain, while to the south was a comparatively gentle slope.
At the bottom of the valley, there was also a small stream formed by a mountain spring, winding southward from the valley floor, running straight toward the foot of the mountain to the south and forming a lake that was not very large.
There should have been a Spirit Vein underground, but the grade of the Spirit Vein was not high, only at the level of a first-rank upper-grade vein.
This place could also be considered a blessed land. If it were placed within the Yunxiao Mountain Range, it would count as a rather decent blessed land, but