He sighed, Han Li gathered his thoughts, and his gaze drifted eastward, where he longed to behold the distant Xuanshen Sword Mountain.
Here, he was immeasurable distances away from the Xuanshen Sword Mountain, and Han Li had thought it impossible to see it. But it seemed that whenever he contemplated Xuanshen Sword Mountain, and looked eastward again, he would sense the majestic vastness of that very mountain.
In a flash, a divine mountain of seemingly infinite height emerged before Han Li's eyes, becoming ever more magnificent and colossal, drawing ever nearer, and exerting such great pressure on Han Li's primordial spirit, physical body, and even true spirit that they almost disintegrated.
Shaken, Han Li hurriedly circulated his cultivation technique. His primordial spirit shone with a brilliant light, severing the thought, and he turned his head away from the east.
