Hua, Li, Bai, and Zi-the four mountains stood in a line.
Mount Hua lay on Longdong's eastern border, adjoining Heluo; Mount Zibai lay on its western border, adjoining Longxi. Linked together, the four mountains stretched straight across Longdong.
Cheng Xinzhan and Xu Wan stood atop Mount Zibai, gazing west.
To say he was not stunned would have been a lie. Across both his present and previous lives, Xu Wan had never seen anyone possess such divine might over creation.
Joining four mountains in a single day, shaking the Qinling Mountains-how could human strength accomplish that?
Most crucially, even after gathering the essence of these four famed mountains of the Qinling Mountains, his younger brother had still not become an immortal! Where exactly was the bottleneck of his Transformation Realm?
Xu Wan found it inconceivable.
At that moment, he also felt immensely fortunate.
Following his younger brother's present gaze westward along the line of the four mountains led straight into the territory of the Northern Faction's Profound Yin Sect, presumably his younger brother's next target. And without turning around, he knew that the eastward extension of that same line pointed directly toward Mount Beilang. In other words, his younger brother had planned this long ago: a sweep from east to west. Ghost Valley Ridge had merely been a stepping stone-a stepping stone toward his younger brother's Union with the Dao of the Qinling Mountains. Once he became familiar with the Qinling Mountains' aura, he would sweep through the six directions. And Xu Wan's own Mount Beikuang lay at the eastern end of the Qinling Mountains, making it the second target his younger brother had originally intended to tackle after Ghost Valley. Now, it had been skipped outright.
"Younger brother, where next?"
Xu Wan asked.
Cheng Xinzhan answered,
"We'll stop here for