The third day since Buzhou Mountain's emergence. The mountain's "growth" had finally stopped. By now, approximately half of what had been the bustling Stonia city district had been covered and replaced by Buzhou Mountain's incomparably massive base and the branching ridges extending from it. In the enormous empty city that remained, aside from a few official forces responsible for cleanup and security, some martial world figures who couldn't or wouldn't completely evacuate, and bold explorers, the rest were cultivators of varying auras who had gathered from all directions, along with their retinues. At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, within a hastily established official encampment. Dustin stood on a small rise, gazing at the divine mountain before him that connected heaven and earth, emanating an endless atmosphere of ancient desolation. His heart was filled with emotion. He had just personally escorted Natasha onto a special train heading for a safe zone. ...