The Thirty-Three Li Mountain suddenly rose from the end of the grassland, appearing quite abrupt. It resembled a pyramid, but was irregular in shape. From a distance, one could see its steep cliffs and the lush ancient trees, with waterfalls cascading like the Milky Way hanging from the heavens.
Li Weiyi had seen this mountain before. When he first arrived in this world, he had gazed upon it from afar outside Burial Immortal Town. At that time, he looked out of curiosity, for the giant stone statues standing outside Burial Immortal Town all gazed in the direction of the mountain peak.
Today, as he looked again, he noticed many places on the mountain emanating a mysterious golden light, in harmony with the celestial clouds and mists floating halfway up the mountain. It truly resembled a divine mountain. It was completely different from half a year ago.
As the massive dragonfly soared closer to it, the dreadful pressure it emitted became more palpable, as if it were a wall at the end of the world. At the foot of the mountain, a winding great river flowed past.