As news of Ye Xiwen's exploits on the Selection of Emperor Road returned from time to time, his image within the Pilgrimage Palace became ever more mythologized.
This was why, despite having a history of merely two thousand years, the Pilgrimage Palace possessed a momentum greater than many Immortal Heritages that had endured for hundreds of thousands of years. It was because they had such an awesome patriarch.
Of course, it still could not be mentioned in the same breath as the Martial Sect. Even ordinary Seal King Factions were still far inferior to the Martial Sect in terms of foundation and strength.
Even so, among the many Immortal Heritages of the Heavenly Realm, the Pilgrimage Palace had built up a formidable reputation over these past years.
And all of this came from their grandmaster, Ye Xiwen. One could well imagine the reverence these younger disciples held for him.
At the foot of the mountain, people came and went. Whether they had come to pay respects to the mountain or to visit relatives and friends, the road was crowded with them.
A grandfather and granddaughter slowly walked along the jade steps at the mountain's foot. The jade steps were dozens of zhang wide and wound all the way upward around Holy Pilgrimage Mountain.
The elder wore gray robes. Though he was advanced in years, his steps and aura were exceptionally steady, clearly indicating that he possessed cultivation.
Half a step behind him, a little girl of around fifteen or sixteen followed with small, quick steps, yet she did not lag behind in the slightest.
"Grandpa, is this Pilgrimage Palace really that amazing?" the fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl asked innocently.
The elder nodded with a smile, not slowing his pace as he said, "Naturally. Do not be fooled by how recently