Celestial State, on the border between the Flame Sect and the Thunder Sect.
A vast mountain range rose and fell like a coiling Giant Dragon. The entire range was majestic and shrouded in mist all year round.
Before the vast mountain range.
"Brother Long, Ghost Cry Ridge is within the mountain range."
Gazing at the immense mountain range before him, Long Ao felt his spirits lift. The range had an all-devouring presence, like a Giant Dragon with its great maw open wide enough to swallow the heavens and spit out the sun.
The mountain range stretched as far as the eye could see. Long Ao had never imagined that Ghost Cry Ridge would be located within it.
It wasn't just Long Ao; even Xia Army was sighing endlessly. This clearly wasn't his first visit, but every time he came, he couldn't help but feel his heart pound in terror, as if he would be devoured by the mountains.
