Power of Heaven and Earth

"Let's hope so."

Hou Ping sighed and said nothing more.

But anyone could sense the gloom in his mood.

Seeing this, Shen Changchuan said nothing more either, remaining silent.

At that moment, he could not help thinking a little further.

What did Situ Yuan mean by suddenly coming to him?

Did he want to win him over and have him leave Ten Thousand Blade Peak together?

For a time, Shen Changchuan wavered uncertainly in his heart.

But no matter what, when it came to that man, Shen Changchuan's heart was filled with vigilance now.

Besides, his master had treated him well.

Once he advanced to the Spirit Wandering Realm and his strength surpassed the other party's, he would have to win back some face for his master.

Cloud seas churned as two streaks of flowing light tore across the sky.

Shen Changchuan followed Hou Ping over layer upon layer of mountains. Ahead, the clouds and mist were suddenly split open by an invisible force, revealing a solitary peak as towering as a heavenly sword, rising from the earth, thrusting straight into the firmament, piercing through the vault of heaven above!

The mountain was steep as if carved by blades, its entire body pitch-black like iron. Around it, ancient trees with branches stretching like horned dragons grew here and there, dotting the sheer cliffs and precipices. The summit at the top sank deep into the clouds, where faint flashes of lightning could be seen wandering through the mist.

The whole mountain exuded a suffocating pressure, as though it were a colossal sword driven into this place since antiquity, still edge-sharp and oppressive after ten thousand years of wind and frost.

Shen Changchuan merely stood there, yet he felt a vast, majestic sensation, like an ant standing face-to-face with heaven and earth!