White Python Mountain was shaped like a great python, its head seeming to touch the very heavens.
Countless pillars of light stood like a forest, and a Tier Four Array enveloped the entire mountain range, so completely that not even a gnat could get through.
Occasionally, a breathtaking procession would arrive, with Cloud Carriages stretching for miles and emitting thousands of auspicious streams of light as they landed before the mountain.
Other cultivators arrived alone, their profound Sword Light sweeping across the land for a thousand miles.
Some arrived on clusters of auspicious clouds, accompanied by celestial music and wondrous words that purified the hearts of all who heard.
Welcoming attendants were stationed from the foot of the mountain all the way to the summit. Every few miles stood a pair of Core Formation Sword Cultivators, one man and one woman, all of them exceptionally beautiful.
