Perhaps only when a Nascent Soul cultivator was born to the Li family could they completely escape becoming a vassal to other powers.
Li Zhirui shook his head, pushing away the distant thought, and focused on flying towards Myriad Thunder Mountain.
About half an hour later, the two arrived before the extended mountain range, where clouds and mist formed from the spiritual energy wound through the peaks, some resembling desolate hills, others covered with vegetation.
And looking up, an imposing mountain that reached into the clouds came directly into their view.
"Is that Myriad Thunder Mountain?" Li Zhirui muttered to himself.
Leaving the rest aside, the presence of the mountain itself brought a terrifying pressure that made it difficult to breathe.
"Fellow Daoists, please follow me!" No sooner had they appeared than a Golden Core cultivator flew towards them, speaking very directly.
