On Mount Tianshen, nine people stood upright, exuding a strong sense of belonging to the Sacred Way, not angry but self-prestigious.

In the empty sky, a group of figures galloped toward this side. When they saw the nine people, their eyes were all slightly congealed. They immediately curbed their breath, slowed down and landed behind them.

At this time, on the periphery of the peak, a line of figures flickered in, which was the crowd of the Qin and Wu Dynasty.

"This is Tianshen Mountain?"

Ye Dun looked up at the whole mountain in the empty sky, and his heart couldn't help but raise a sigh. It was so magnificent...