On the snow-capped Tianshan Mountains, two peaks stood facing each other, one to the south and one to the north, separated by more than ten miles, resembling two giants.
Old Cat and Yanzi reached the summit of Tianshan only to discover that the mountaintop was packed with people, astonishing both of them.
Most of the crowd consisted of yellow-skinned, black-eyed Asians, but there were also some Africans, Caucasians, and Latinos.
There were even some bizarre-looking creatures that seemed three parts human, seven parts ghost.
These people exuded powerful and fierce auras, revealing themselves to be cultivators and great masters from around the world.
On the mountaintop, there were numerous people, and most cultivators clustered together in formations.
A few stood alone, clearly self-assured loose cultivators.
The mountaintop, almost a thousand people strong, was utterly silent.
Everyone held the same pose, craning their necks to look towards the North High Peak of Tianshan.
