Merely approaching Thunderweave Mountain, Fang Yun felt the thunder shake his Literary Palace, making it tremble slightly. Only then did he understand why members of the human race never entered Thunderweave Mountain before becoming Literary Ancestors.
Countless bolts of thunder roared within Thunderweave Mountain, their combined rumbling carrying an imposing might of its own. An ordinary Great Scholar's Literary Palace could never withstand it.
By contrast, the Dragon Race, Demon Barbarians, and other races had thick hides and tough flesh. Their sources of vital energy and dragonforce were connected to their bodies, unlike a Literary Palace, which was not part of the physical body.
However, Fang Yun's Literary Palace was incomparably vast, and these tremors were negligible. Even a hundred years of shaking would only damage it slightly.
Fang Yun and the ten Mountain Giant Spirits remained outside the mountain and discussed matters at length before advancing together into its depths.
The moment they entered, hundreds of blazing blue-white bolts of heavenly lightning descended, swift and ferocious, their force unstoppable as they illuminated the surroundings.
Standing amid the thunderbolts, Fang Yun saw nothing but a blinding expanse of white, while deafening crashes rolled through his ears.
There was no avoiding this lightning. An Azure-Yellow Mountain appeared behind each Mountain Saint Spirit. Their rocks were rounded, without edges or corners, making them look exceedingly strange, yet they drew the approaching heavenly lightning onto themselves.
The heavenly lightning struck the mountains, and lightning branched from their peaks, flowing like streams and snakes down every side. By the time it reached their feet, it had dwindled to fine threads before finally vanishing.
Heavenly lightning poured endlessly from the sky, but the Azure-Yellow Mountains stood as motionless as dead trees rooted in the earth.
The group continued onward, always keeping below the nearby high