Gang Wind brushed his face, and spiritual currents surged like a tide, wave after mighty wave, rattling the trees and loose stones with metallic clangs.
By now, he had broken through the formation gate and stood at the foot of Mount Qiyun.
Only when he looked up and truly surveyed it did he see that the mountain deserved its name of "reaching the clouds." It screened the sun and towered into the heavens, stretching beyond the limits of his sight, its length impossible to know.
It resembled a brocade ribbon veiling the sky, magnificent indeed!
At this moment, several dozen people stood scattered across the hundred-odd summits.
Some of the gazes directed his way were distinctly unfriendly, their malice undisguised.
"Cavern Mystery cultivation... Ever since this fellow defeated his opponents at the Dragon Palace, drove out Zhou Shiyuan of the Xiantian Demon Sect, and claimed first place, he disappeared without a trace.
"I used to wonder just what he had asked the Dragon Palace for after taking first place...
"A Dharma Artifact, or pills and rare treasures?"
On one summit, Wei Yang sighed to the gloomy-faced Jiang Tongyuan beside him:
After a brief moment of astonishment.
"I truly feel that I've lived all these years for nothing!"
"Shen Ming has some ability. Had this been one of the previous grand competitions, he might have been lucky enough to secure a place among the Ten Great Disciples.
Anyone harboring ulterior motives who met those cold, fierce eyes would inevitably betray their ugliness, their hearts chilled with fear!
Now, seeing the azure cloud drifting leisurely toward them.
"Otherwise, how could Chen Heng have advanced his cultivation so rapidly in just these few years?"
Wei Yang saw that his answer was cold, as though he did not consider Chen Heng much of an