Central continent, Hu Immortal blessed land.
A tall and large crystal mountain and river, was at the center of the blessed land.
Its name is Dang Hun mountain, pink throughout, emitting the colors of dreams and illusions.
At this moment, the elite disciples from the ten sects were like ants, trying hard to ascend the mountain.
Somewhere near the mountain waist, Fang Zheng was full of sweat, his face pale as his fingers gripped the mountain walls, gasping heavily.
As long as any living beings got close to Dang Hun mountain, they souls will have to endure the pain of vibrating shocks. The higher Fang Zheng climbed, the more he felt dizzy, like his soul was being blown away by the wind, he felt like he was about to collapse.