Who could have imagined
that in the depths of the surging Western Hong, there would stand a towering Mount Yu whose peak one cannot see just by looking up?
The mountain body was clear and translucent, layered upon layered, exuding both elegance and a sense of order with its glazed pavilions, faintly revealing the strict hierarchy from top to bottom.
Upon seeing Mount Yu, all cultivators and demons fell silent and lined up orderly to move forward.
Shen Yi casually glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, his fingertips concealed within his robe subtly flickered. The Shape Changing Method he had prepared specifically for infiltrating Southern Hong was put to use once again.
He didn't make any exaggerated adjustments, only causing some minor details to change on that handsome face—his brows and eyes appeared a bit colder, and his lips seemed to carry an unmeltable chill, giving off a sense of unapproachability.
