[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 2: THE STONE SOVEREIGN]
The landscape of Pangea was a masterclass in chaotic geography, but what loomed before them defied the very concept of nature.
It didn't rise from the earth like a natural peak. It looked as though five distinct, massive fingers of compressed magic had been slammed down from the heavens, clawing into the crust of the world.
One peak burned with eternal, smokeless fire. The next dripped with a perpetual, torrential waterfall. The third was a jagged spear of pure, unoxidized metal. The fourth was a suffocating tangle of overgrown, emerald vines, and the fifth was a dense, crushing monolith of solid bedrock.
"The Five Elements Mountain," Li murmured.
The former Heavenly Emperor had stopped dead in his tracks. His golden-hazel eyes narrowed, the ambient starlight around him flaring with sudden, icy hostility. He stepped instinctively in front of Elara, his arm extending to block her path.
