Chapter 17-arrival

Qingyao mountain.

The majestic peaks rose and fell, from near to far, like the brushwork of a painter, turning from thick to light, and finally into the vast sky, as if entering another world that could not be known, touched, and reached.

The mist was green and lingered in the forest.

At this moment, birds were flying on the branches, beasts were wandering under the forest, insects were rustling, and the stream was gurgling.

At the foot of the mountain, where there was no trace of human life, a sudden chill appeared!

The resentment, hatred, and curses of countless living beings gathered from the heaven and earth, rolling like the tide, surging like the waves, and gradually forming a giant whirlpool.

In the blink of an eye, a huge door appeared in the vortex.