The divine mountain in front of him was towering and tall, its entire body hidden in the clouds.
The entire mountain was formed by five-colored crystals.
Before he even set foot on the divine mountain, an ancient and desolate aura filled the air, pressing down on Tang Hao's heart.
His expression turned serious and solemn.
On this mountain, he could sense the aura left behind by a true immortal.
Those who were able to leave behind orthodoxies on this mountain were all the most outstanding figures in this world. The weakest among them was at the level of a hundred Immortals. Those below the level of a hundred Immortals were not qualified to leave behind orthodoxies on this mountain at all.
"Greetings, elder!"
At the foot of the divine mountain, there was a Mountain Gate. Two people stood in front of the gate. They were both wearing the black and yellow robes of the Holy Temple and had a cultivation of the sixth tribulation.
