Chen Xiang was mischievous from a young age, but he had never traveled this far before, and everything he saw and heard along the way was eye-opening. The lofty peaks, the magnificent and radiant ridges, and the babbling brooks between the mountains all seemed incredibly interesting to him.
He deftly navigated through the dense forest, and as he operated his Cultivation Technique, a tremendous force filled his body, making each of his movements incredibly swift.
When he pushed aside the dense trees in front of him, a towering mountain that reached into the clouds came into view. The mountain's precipitousness was jaw-dropping, like a sharp sword standing on the earth, its tip reaching the sky.
"Mount Taihua, shaped square by chiseling, five thousand ren in height, ten li across." Chen Xiang unconsciously recalled a record from a book, and the mountain before his eyes was Mountain Hua, one of the Five Great Mountains, renowned for its perilous terrain.
