Chapter 121: The Gathering Storm_1

Black Cloud Mountain, an ancient and majestic range that has stood tall atop the barren land since time immemorial, roars between heaven and earth like a winged dragon. Its sharp arrow-like peaks pierce the vault of heaven, as if to puncture the sky. The lifeless mountain range with its black rocks is bare and exposed to the air, shrouded by dark clouds around its waist, unseen by the sun in centuries.

Endless wonders lie on its treacherous peaks. Such a magnificent mountain is but one of many in the vast wilderness. The wilderness is so vast that no one knows just how large it truly is; even the strongest ones, those who have surpassed human limits, cannot reach the end of this wilderness. The four corners of this wild expanse, it is said, are upheld by towering peaks.