5 a.m. had just passed, and Wang Chen had ascended to the peak of Cloud Ripple Peak.
West Sea City occupied the entire island, with the Changcang Mountain Range running through the north and south, its dense forests and strange peaks rising one after another, among which Cloud Ripple, Wind Abyss, and Water Lys were the most rugged and magnificent.
Cloud Ripple Peak was a thousand feet tall, and its summit was a vast platform, as if it had been cleaved directly by a sword from a Power Man, as white and smooth as jade.
By the time Wang Chen reached the summit platform, hundreds of cultivators were already seated there.
Every one of them was from the Purple Mansion Tier!
The best spots had been taken early on, so he found a corner, took out his meditation mat, and sat down.
