Wind Blowing Night Mountain

Name: Wind Blowing Night Mountain
Author: A Pot Of Jam

by A Pot Of Jam

completed Ancient Romance Historical Fantasy Female Lead

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162Kwords60chapters

Latest:

Ch. 60 — Extra

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About This Novel

Xuan Kingdom, a huge empire, is like a silent beast. Yeshan, a beautiful mountain, is like a dream or a painting, but in the hearts of the people of Xuan Kingdom, it has another name - Hutian Peak. Just because it starts from the belly of Yeshan Mountain and spreads to the distant mountains, there is a huge formation guarding the long border of Xuan Kingdom. And on the other side of the border, there's ShadowClan. The shadow person is cunning and tough in nature, loves fighting, and is bloodthirsty. In the distant past, the Xuan Kingdom and the Shadow Clan fought countless battles. The Shadow Clan were like devils from hell, able to stop children from crying at night. Until the Tianluo tribe found a rare treasure in the center of Yeshan Mountain, based on this, and supplemented by the clan's secret method, the entire mountain range bordering the Xuan Kingdom and the Shadow Clan was shrouded in the formation. As soon as the Shadow Clan people approached the formation, they felt as if their throats were stuck and their limbs were paralyzed. From then on, the Xuan Kingdom achieved unprecedented peace. The people called Ye Mountain the Peak of Protecting Heaven and worshiped the Holy Girl of Tianluo as a god. Hundreds of years have passed, and the people of Xuan Kingdom no longer know what the Shadow Clan is, but the awe of Yeshan has always remained in their hearts. In the Tianluo clan, saints are revered. After each generation of saints dies, the Tianluo Sword will issue guidance to find the next saint. However, since the death of the last saint 40 years ago, Tianluo Sword has remained silent to this day. Autumn came very early in Yeshan this year, with a cool breeze and red leaves everywhere. The disciples were in chaos and doing their own things in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a clear whistle sounded from the mountain peak, like gold and stone hitting each other, with constant ripples. The disciples looked puzzled. Without him, Tianluo Sword finally stopped sleeping.