In the early morning, a thin white mist spread between heaven and earth. The damp air made one's breath warm. The distant mountains looked as though they had been painted with a brush, half-hidden and half-visible. Countless ancient trees, steeped in the vicissitudes of time, stood among them like jade-green canopies. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful.
Treading along the rugged mountain path and stepping over scattered stones, Xiang Yang swung his arms as he walked, his steps light and nimble. With his head held high, he brimmed with vigor and vitality.
He looked exceptionally spirited today, his brows sharp as blades. His bright purple robes and the jade token hanging at his waist lent him an added air of nobility and majesty, enough to make others shudder at the sight of him.
Not far ahead of Xiang Yang was Purple Robe Chief Constable Liang Yan. Though his aptitude was merely average, he had been born and raised in the Imperial Capital and had joined the Divine Constable Gate twenty-three years ago.
Like many chief constables, this man had accumulated merits to rise to the rank of Purple Robe, then relied on the Divine Constable Gate's resources to step into the Heaven-human realm. His martial arts were ordinary, two notches weaker even than Xu Mutian's ilk. His combat strength was not worth expecting much from, but his ability to handle matters was exceptional, and Overlord Spear had spoken highly of him.
At this moment, the two were heading for the most secretive Zhao Terrace Cliff within First Line of Heaven. Their purpose was naturally the greatest key to the Divine Constable Gate's all-out effort to help Xiang Yang advance toward proving the Dao—the Heart-Illuminating Mirror.
However, the Heart-Illuminating Mirror was of tremendous importance, and few in the entire Divine Constable Gate