The Sixth Heaven stretched wide and far, a majestic realm suspended between the mortal and divine, where power flowed as naturally as the wind. There was an ancient sense of grandeur that filled the air, with the distant echoes of past conquests lingering in the mountains, the lakes, and the sprawling cities.
At its heart loomed the Pinnacle of Mortal, a singular mountain so tall and imposing that not even the clouds dared to hover above its jagged peak. It pierced the heavens with a raw, untamed force, casting a long shadow over the realm. Legends spoke of its impossible ascent—a trial for only the boldest cultivators, where the weight of the heavens themselves would test those who sought to challenge the mountain's authority. The Pinnacle was more than a mountain; it was the essence of the Sixth Heaven's identity, a reminder that even here, amidst the skies, there were limits to overcome.
