Beneath the azure sky, mountains stretched in an unbroken range, strange peaks rising sharp and verdant amid swirling mists.
Though the day was clear and rainless, one's clothes would still be dampened deep within the clouds.
Inner Mountain Gate.
The core heartland of the Yunyang Sect!
A narrow path wound forward, disappearing deep into the mist.
Beside the path stood a majestic stone stele, bearing the two large characters: "Yunyang."
The calligraphy was vigorous and unrestrained, yet carried the resonance of the Dao.
Anyone who gazed upon it could not help but lose themselves in a trance!
Wang Chen carried a basket of Spirit Peaches to the mountain gate stele.
The Millennium Mystic Tortoise Wang Chen had come to find lay quietly beside the stele, its eyes closed as it slept soundly!
It was enormous, its dark-yellow shell arching high.
Like a small mountain!
As Wang Chen approached the Mystic Tortoise—
It suddenly opened its eyes and snorted out a heavy breath through its nostrils. "Hmph~"
Then it sniffed hard.
Wang Chen respectfully bowed. "Junior Wang Chen greets Senior Mystic Tortoise!"
This Mystic Tortoise was older than any cultivator in the Yunyang Sect. It had guarded the entrance to the Inner Mountain Gate for a full thousand years.
Naturally, it could not be regarded as an ordinary Demonic Beast.
"The peaches are good."
The Mystic Tortoise opened its mouth, and a rumbling sound rolled from its throat.
Like thunder.
Wang Chen immediately offered over the Spirit Peaches. "I'm glad they please you, Senior."
The Mystic Tortoise drew in a breath, and the plump, juicy peaches in the basket immediately flew into its mouth.
It swallowed them all in one gulp.
After finishing, it smacked its lips. "Remember to bring more next time."
Before Wang Chen could reply, the Mystic Tortoise