Conquering the West, Divine Might Shakes the World

The immortal mountain Jiang Yun had conjured rose in layer upon layer of majestic peaks. Ancient trees towered over it, bridges spanned ravines, and streams tumbled through deep, quiet valleys.

The rising sun lit the mountains, its orange-red glow spreading swiftly in every direction and turning the landscape into a riot of color. Peace and stillness settled over it.

Morning light fell across the woods. Dense life essence drifted between the trees, clouds billowed, and a mysterious radiance shrouded the mountain.

Earth was too barren now, so Jiang Yun had placed several spirit springs on the mountain to sustain everyone's daily cultivation. It had become something like a sacred cultivation ground.

The mountain had become the focus of attention throughout the Central Lands. After Jiang Yun announced the western expedition, cultivators from every quarter came to enlist. Several thousand now occupied the mountain, from both the Human Race and the Demon Race.

Some were young and full of vigor, their eyes bright. Others were older, steady and mature. Still others were advanced in years but strong of body and spirit.

They drew on the abundant essence of heaven and earth to cultivate in silence. Many had never felt energy so dense it seemed almost ready to turn liquid.

Jiang Yun did not stop them. He felt a pang of pity: even the blessed Heavenly Caves of Yan Kingdom on the Big Dipper had energy like this, yet these cultivators treated it as a gift from heaven and refused to waste a single moment.

As thousands of cultivators breathed in the essence of heaven and earth, a tide of energy formed among the peaks. Vitality surged through the mountains.

Their cultivation seemed to kindle the entire range, filling it with life and vigor. Such a sight had not appeared in many