By the time the scene before his eyes had finally become clear, it was no longer the tumultuous river of time.
In the distance,
a continuous range of peaks stretched on endlessly, like bamboo shoots sprouting after rain, densely packed beyond imagination, with one mountain even taller than the next.
To be honest, even as far as Jiang Hui was concerned, such heights were somewhat exaggerated.
Because even the lowest of these peaks was far higher than the top ten majestic peaks in the Immortal Domain.
They rose toweringly, piercing into the clouds.
Dark shadows loomed over from those undulating mountains.
They covered the sky and obscured the sun, making the heavens and the earth appear somewhat gloomy.
Even the scorching, blinding sun could not penetrate it.
The continuous mountain ranges appeared and disappeared in the darkness, like giant beasts lying in ambush, giving a chilling sensation.