Over the past few days, he had practiced spells by day and meditated on True Cultivation by night. He was now at his peak, brimming with confidence. Even Wang Ding, whose cultivation was the highest among the Four Friends of the Wang, would find him a worthy opponent.
After flying for over an hour, he finally reached the Twin Peaks. Two enormous mountains, almost exactly the same height and towering ten thousand zhang into the sky, rose from the earth like a pair of pillars holding up the heavens. The peaks stood close together. Viewed separately, each looked rather like Divine Path Mountain, but here, one iron suspension bridge after another linked the two closely neighboring mountains, making for a magnificent sight. Most extraordinary of all was the vast, disk-shaped platform at their summits. Made of some unknown material, it hung suspended between the peaks, held in place by hundreds of chains.
Li Xiaoya circled the Twin Peaks, admiring their unique scenery, before shooting toward them. He landed directly on the great disk at the summits, having seen many other disciples land there.
Only when he drew close did Li Xiaoya realize that the great disk was far larger than he had imagined, spanning several hundred zhang. Its surface was paved with bricks arranged in circular patterns. At its very center lay a sunken basin several dozen zhang wide, surrounded by disciples watching the proceedings. A pale blue barrier covered the basin, and figures darted about inside, apparently sparring with spells.
Some distance from the basin, disciples had set up stalls, making the place lively indeed. Since the Twin Peaks formed the largest mountain apart from Divine Path Mountain, they also had the most disciples.
The chains holding the great disk taut were also far larger than he had imagined.