In just a few short days, the Celestial River Mountain Range seemed to grow two to three hundred zhang taller.
On the pitch-black walls, a great number of Cultivators hammered away day after day with chisels, a constant CLANGING ringing out as countless runes were lined up in neat rows along the wall's surface. Mortals a thousand li away could only watch this scene unfold daily, dumbfounded—
To them, this was no different from a divine miracle.
In addition to this, the summoning of Demon Beasts, which originally happened once per night, now occurred twice a day—once during the day and once at night. At the sound of the Horn, countless Demon Beasts answered the call, surging toward the Celestial River Mountain Range and blotting out the sky. And so—
The dark clouds circling above the Celestial River Mountain Range grew wider and wider, eventually spanning over a hundred li. Those were the wings of flying beasts!
Of course.
