Not long after, a pillar of blue qi light shot high into the sky, piercing through the clouds and causing them to fade, drawing the attention of many cultivators.
Gu Qinghe watched with a firm gaze, as did Gu Qingyin, the people from the Tianzun Sect, and the other cultivators.
After the light appeared, a fierce and chilling wind blew from the first peak of the northern mountains. Gu Qinghe raised his hand, shielding himself from the yin element carried by the mountain's cold wind.
This feels the same as the Winter Region of the Yin-Yang Sect. I shouldn't have any trouble with this.
When the gate fully opened and the blue light disappeared, the cultivators immediately took off one by one on their flying swords.
They rushed toward the mountains, competing with each other to secure the best spots.
Even though the eighth peak was difficult and nearly impossible to reach, many of them remained optimistic that they could find it.
