Dragon Mountain stood thirty-six thousand meters above sea level, crouching over the vast land stretching ten thousand li like a dragon coiled and a tiger poised. It resembled an enormous dragon from ancient times lying quietly on the earth in deep slumber, majestic and primeval. Its unbroken mountain ranges were like gigantic dragon bones, and its towering peaks pierced the clouds, rising straight upward, their precipitous slopes resembling protruding vertebrae.
Even more peculiar was the peak at the very center of Dragon Mountain, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom, like an enormous mushroom planted in the ground. From its summit, all other mountains seemed small, and the endless ranges stretching ten thousand li lay spread out below.
The thick snow that had once covered the summit had now been swept away, leaving it bare. Not a single living creature or patch of vegetation occupied the vast expanse of land, giving it a desolate air.
At that moment, a man and a woman stood on a cliff, watching from afar as Yang Ming controlled the Black Dragon Di Tian and stepped onto the Dragon Ascension Platform, his figure gradually disappearing among the stone pillars.
The man on the right wore purple brocade robes. His features bore some resemblance to Yu Yuanzhen's, but he lacked Yu Yuanzhen's dignified grandeur. Instead, gloom filled his brow, and his eyes resembled those of a carrion-eating vulture, carrying a viciousness etched deep into his soul. His gaze sent chills down one's spine.
Watching coldly as the Black Dragon Di Tian gradually disappeared, Yu Luomian said in an icy voice:
"Your Eminence, Saintess, what should we do next?"
As he spoke, this usually unruly man lowered his head while studying the woman on his left out of the corner of his eye.
She wore