Chapter 330 The Temple of Ghosts

High mountains towering, the river running, the sword rainbow like a meteor through the sky, breaking through the layers of clouds, over the mountains and rivers, traveling for tens of thousands of miles in a day. The scenery under it also changes, from pine forests and cypresses to pale mountains and snow, the four seasons in the eyes of the microcosm, the terroir of each place with its evolution of ten thousand years of the appearance of the treacherous bizarre to show its beauty. Simin clearly stood with his sword high in the sky, but it was the first time he had ever viewed the earthly landscape so closely.