When Ling Yuling's face returned to normal, the graceful woman walked into the Jade Gate.
Han Li naturally followed behind at a leisurely pace.
Behind the gate was a massive cavern, nearly a thousand feet wide, and over a hundred feet high. Its walls were composed of unknown azure stone, inlaid with moonlight stones that glimmered with a milky white light.
None of this caught Han Li's attention in the slightest. His gaze was entirely focused on the object at the center of the cavern—a "small mountain."
In truth, calling it a small mountain wasn't entirely accurate; it was more akin to an enormous boulder.
The stone stood fifty to sixty feet tall, narrow at the top and broad at the base, and from a distance, it resembled a miniature, scaled-down mountaintop.
Its surface was pitch black and inconspicuous, making it hard to associate with the legendary Yuanci Mountain. It looked more like a colossal iron rock.
"Is this the Yuanci Mountain?"
