For Wangxian Ridge to span two prefectures, it was obviously no small place.
Separated by an Array, Chen Che hadn't thought much of it.
But the moment he truly stepped inside, he immediately felt the vastness of Wangxian Ridge and the dense, rich Spiritual Qi that permeated everything. His eyes met with overlapping mountain ranges, thousands of towering peaks, endless green pines, and a shroud of thin mist.
White cranes danced on the mountaintops, and waterfalls cascaded like silver dragons.
Upon the precipitous cliffs, majestic palaces stretched one after another. From time to time, figures could be seen flying out, calling out to friends.
Even in the mountain ravines, a giant python with its head held high lay coiled, as large as a mountain itself, seemingly weaving through the ridges. But it was completely motionless. A closer look revealed it to be a massive rock formation covered in green pines.
Meng Qianxun, who had entered first, had already made his way around it.
