A gentle breeze stirred as white clouds drifted across the endless sky. A flying boat cut swiftly through the sky. It had departed from Tianlan Immortal City and was now speeding toward Green Pill Valley. It crossed the Thousand Li Bamboo Sea, soared past the Green Pill Valley's marketplace, and revealed before the eyes a series of towering and uneven peaks.0

Luo Chen, dressed in white, stood tall upon the flying boat. The rushing wind lashed against his face, whipping his robe and black hair into a fierce flutter. As he looked down at the shattered remains of the small mountains beneath him, a quiet sense of confidence rose in his chest. That feeling only deepened when he reached the outskirts of Green Pill Valley and laid eyes on Yuanhua Mountain. Once etched indelibly in his memory, it now stood at only half its former height.0

Yuanhua Mountain was the very gateway to Green Pill Valley. Not only was it a convergence point of spirit energy with the density of a third-tier spirit vein, but it also served as one of the Five Peaks Enclosing the Valley, a conduit for the power of a grand formation. Now, the three-thousand-zhang peak had been cleaved cleanly in half by a single sword strike. What used to be the middle of the slope had become the summit, and the slanted break was smooth as a mirror. Moreover, frightening remnants of sword energy lingered upon it.0

It was clear that the sword strike delivered by Adept Swaying Light had been unimaginably brilliant. Luo Chen even suspected it had not been the work of a mere Adept. 1

Such cultivators could certainly shatter mountains and cleave rivers. In fact, even Luo Chen himself was confident that he could reduce a thousand-zhang mountain to rubble by brute force. Yet such feats depended on striking unclaimed and unprotected land. A place as vital as Yuanhua Mountain would have been guarded by a massive formation and defended...0