Amidst that mysterious and boundless expanse of fantasy and martial realm, the Overseas Immortal Mountain lay like an ancient, colossal beast, quietly dormant in the deep recesses of a vast and limitless sea of clouds. Its entire body was wreathed in a dreamlike yet indestructible grand formation, which pulsed like a self-aware entity, ever vigilant as it guarded the endless mysteries and peerless treasures hidden within the Immortal Mountain.
Chuxuan, a young cultivator with a straight posture, an extraordinary temperament, and a gaze of profound depth, currently found himself caught in this grand scene where celestial fortune and deadly crisis intertwined. His raven-black hair fluttered gently in the wind, and his black robes snapped loudly against the ocean breeze. He stood unshakeable, like a steadfast mountain peak. He quietly watched as wave after wave of cultivators swarmed forward to launch wave assaults, attempting to breach the great formation that spanned before them. The lights of the spells cast by the crowd intertwined like brilliant, colorful fireworks blooming across the sky. Scorching flames slithered like agile fire-serpents, frigid ice shards whistled through the air like sharp blades, and runes blinking with mystical light floated like ancient stars as they surged toward the grand formation. Yet the formation merely trembled slightly, acting like an indomitable giant that effortlessly neutralized every attack; all that immense force felt like clay oxen en…
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