The Fall Of West-Hill (I)

At day break, the morning sun was yet to rise from the East Sea, and the sky was merely lit up. It was gloomy as in the storm, and the peak seemed lonely.

There were three plateaus, four Divine Halls, thousands of divine priests and tens of thousands of deacons and cavalrymen in the peak. It was the place where Taoism had ruled over the human world for countless years, and regarded as the holy land by all the followers of Haotian.

Right now there were tens of thousands of people on the plateaus. They were the divine priests in red and brown robes, the deacons in black robes and the cavalrymen in dark metal armors. They formed a huge and silent mass.

There wasn't even a sound of breathing. The huge mass of people was as silent as the deepest ocean. There might be roaring anger deep down in the ocean, but nothing could be seen on the surface. Even bubbles were blown in the morning breeze.