Yue Qianchou ambled up the steps, looking leisurely at ease, though inwardly tense and outwardly relaxed, not daring to slack off in the slightest. He understood that this was Cháotiān Palace's lair, a place where masters gathered like clouds. The more nervous he appeared, the more likely he was to arouse suspicion. He encountered quite a few Cháotiān Palace disciples along the way, but he held his head high and puffed out his chest as if this were his own home. Since they did not recognize him and could not see through his cultivation, they all stepped aside to let him pass.
The mountain forests were a deep green like ink, while thin mist rising from the marshes drifted through the woods. The air was exceptionally damp. After Yue Qianchou circled around to the back of the mountain and left Shui Mingqing's sight, he looked around, tossed a small silver ball into the grass and bushes, then slowly flew toward the tallest of the eight mountains.
The Wen Jing Ge atop the mountain resembled a huge black beast crouching there with tiger-like ferocity, giving off an eerie feeling. People flew about on the mountain, and people occasionally entered and exited the Wen Jing Ge. No one paid any attention to Yue Qianchou's arrival.
After landing outside the Wen Jing Ge, Yue Qianchou discovered that the entire structure had actually been cast from meteoric iron. Meteoric iron was commonly used in the Immortal Realm to forge ordinary magical artifacts, yet Cháotiān Palace had unexpectedly used it to construct the Wen Jing Ge.
Just as Shui Mingqing had described, the Wen Jing Ge had five floors. Its four sides enclosed one another, with jutting eaves like a pagoda. Each floor resembled a tightly sealed great chest, and on one side of each