This year, in the Shadow Immortal Realm.
Sky Rift.
Within it, endless phantom images of mountains and rivers hung inverted above the heavens of the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory, majestic and boundless beyond measure.
On this day, mighty figures from every region of Eternal Ancient Heaven and Earth returned to their ancestral grounds.
Ten Million Mountains.
Layer upon layer of magnificent mountain ranges stretched across endless space, rising and falling from the farthest reaches of the void. Mountains touched the sky, peak shadows overlapped, and from afar, they resembled the very skeleton of heaven and earth spread to its utmost extent.
The mountains stood towering, their ridgelines vast and desolate.
Every great mountain seemed to bear the weight of an era. Their contours were expansive and majestic, neither perilously steep nor dark and stagnant, but carrying a vast momentum that followed the Great Dao and formed by nature itself.
Between the mountains, seas of clouds surged.
Clouds bearing immortal shadows rolled and flowed through the peaks, light and shade shifting as though heaven and earth were slowly breathing. Now and then, ancient immortal birds swept across the cloudtops. With a beat of their wings, the cloud sea split open for ten thousand miles, only to close again in an instant.
Ten Million Mountains had stood silent for hundreds of millions of years, yet they had never declined because the Heavenly Wheel Sect was here.
But on this day.
The mountain ranges of Ten Million Mountains, once spread layer upon layer and stretching across infinity, suddenly became solid at the same instant. It was as though heaven and earth were being drawn inward by an invisible force, and peaks once beyond reach abruptly pressed close to view.
Immortal-shadow clouds spanning hundreds of millions of miles poured down from the high heavens,