Yuantian Peak, like a giant sword reaching for the sky, pierces straight into the clouds!
At the foot of the mountain lies a vast expanse of bluestone square, now teeming with a mass of people!
No less than ten thousand cultivators have gathered here, the noise and discussions rising and falling, forming a cacophony of heat waves.
Most of these cultivators are dressed in various attire, evidently from all corners of the Kunlun Mountain Small World in the Yan State, including some disciples from small sects wearing their sect's Daoist robes in groups of three or five, with expressions of nervousness and anticipation on their faces.
Chen Nan, in a sky-blue Daoist robe, blends into the crowd, rather unremarkable.
He calmly surveys the surroundings, noticing several cultivators in the corners, their auras restrained, contrasting sharply with the excitement and restlessness of others, observing the crowd without drawing attention.
