A mere Spirit Mountain was truly no significant challenge for a cultivator of the Eighth Realm; it was merely a matter of nudging the mountain a bit.
Liang Yi suddenly noticed the colors around him turn strange, and when he looked up, the once blue sky and white clouds had unexpectedly transformed into the Purple Cloud Sea.
Standing in the Void, Purple Mist Step had his eyes brimming with purple light, his hands pressed in the air drove down a torrent of Purple Cloud, spinning and moving, completely enveloping a mighty mountain range front of him. The mystical and demonic beasts within the mountain range were all terrified, unable to muster any resistance against this disaster-like force, they could only prostrate themselves on the ground, showing their submission to the power's master, hoping for a path to survival.
Of course, Purple Mist Step was not the type to kill indiscriminately; he even took the effort to shift this mountain rather than just directly shatter it.
