Divine Sword Sect

Two days later, Yan Liqiang stood outside the mountain gate of the Divine Sword Sect. Staring at the gate, he couldn't shake off the amazement that filled his heart...

Within a radius of more than two thousand kilometers from him, lofty mountains which touched the skies filled his field of vision, the summits of the mountains were like sword tips. The steep mountains were amazing sights to behold. They rose steeply from the ground and penetrated through the blue dome of heaven. The summit of the highest mountain was invisible. Clouds and mist shrouded the mountain at its waist and waterfalls could be seen cascading down from the summit. The view around him was like a paradise. Even the shortest mountain stood about a thousand meters. They were scattered about like the stars in the sky, imposing and magnificent.

Yan Liqiang simply couldn't imagine just what kind of extraordinary workmanship it took to create such a marvel.