The air in Jing Huan Mountain after a rainfall was especially fresh. Blessed with a rainbow spanning across the sky, it was like a scenery painted on a white misty palette, similar to an immortal bridge.

Outside of the mountain, countless flying creatures with strange figures had gathered. There were bronze carriages dragged by ancient beasts that stopped on the road, and thousands of cultivators standing in the midst of the wilderness, overlooking the mountain ranges.

This was a bustling scene. Countless disciples of the immortal sects congregated with many beautiful men and women. All of them were well dressed and had a spiritual aura, like a party of immortals.

In the far distance, Jing Huan Mountain was violently quaking and a fissure extended to the far distance. It was only two meters wide but it was still continuously expanding as if the entire mountain would eventually collapse.

“Boom!”

The Giants’ attacks were indeed too powerful. A sword energy pierced through the mountain and aimed straight for the blue sky.

“It seems like it will be impossible to fish in this troubled water; picking up a few treasures is an impossibility. With the Giants here,...