Chapter 258: An Ancient Myth Before Our Eyes
The stone mountain was towering and majestic, yet not at all crude. It dominated most of the view.
This area was perfectly flat; as far as the eye could see, there wasn’t the slightest rise or fall in the land. This was not only the sole elevation but also the only mountain in sight.
This was no ordinary mound of earth, nor a mere hill. It resembled a massive, gray-white boulder. While it couldn’t compare in height to towering mountain ranges or the vast highland peaks, it rose abruptly from the flat plains.
It stood alone, without being part of any plateau or mountain range—an independent peak emerging from the ground. By this measure, it was quite tall. On a foggy day, its summit might even pierce through the clouds.
The mountain's surface was rough and steep. Apart from a few ancient pine trees rooted in the crevices, there were almost no other plants. In this vast plain, the mountain appeared abrupt, yet it also seemed like a masterstroke, as if it were the focal point of the entire landscape, giving an overwhelming sense of visual impact.
Even if one encountered such a mountain elsewhere, they would be awestruck, let alone seeing it here.
Especially when it had grown overnight.
“...”
The swordsman’s eyes were filled with astonishment. Even the Daoist couldn’t help but express his amazement.