Clouds and Mud Apart

Atop a towering mountain,

amidst sheer cliffs and precipices, stood a platform tens of meters across.

Dressed in a black robe, Wang Ming sat upon a large boulder, holding a flask of wine in one hand and taking sips of the mellow liquor from time to time.

Standing behind Wang Ming was Liu Jinyuan, clad in a moon-white scholar's robe.

"Master! Why did we travel thousands of miles to come here?" Liu Jinyuan asked in puzzlement.

After Caiyi died, Liu Jinyuan had sunk into despondency for a time, but upon learning that there was a way to resurrect her, he pulled himself together and resumed his cultivation.

Liu Jinyuan hoped to gain the power to shatter the shackles of destiny as soon as possible, so he was now cultivating against the clock and had no wish to waste even a single fraction of a second.

Yet,

today Wang Ming had suddenly brought him up to this high mountain and then said nothing, doing nothing. He merely sat quietly, taking a small sip of wine every now and then.

This left Liu Jinyuan somewhat curious about what Wang Ming was planning.

"Today, this master has brought you to witness a spectacle," Wang Ming said in a calm tone, not turning back to look at Liu Jinyuan as he remained half-reclined on the boulder, gazing into the distance at the shifting sea of clouds.

"A spectacle?" Liu Jinyuan paused, then asked with growing puzzlement, "Is there anything in this world that even Master considers a spectacle?"

Wang Ming gave a faint smile and said, "The collapse of the Demon Locking Tower on Mount Shu, which suppresses ten thousand demons—does that count as a spectacle?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Jinyuan's expression stiffened at first, for after all, ten thousand demons breaking out of