The immortal mountain's scenery was exquisite.
Stone steps lay thick with moss; the valleys were secluded and the peaks lofty. Crimson walls and green tiles concealed pavilions amid the woods, while forested ridges curled around one another like a perfect painted mirror. Of all the famous mountains beneath heaven, those of the Daoist sects possessed the most charm, every step revealing a scene where the Daoist Principle of Nature flowed of itself.
Beneath ancient pines, an elegant middle-aged man in a blue robe stroked his beard with a smile.
"The Daoist sacred grounds truly live up to their reputation."
For the first time in his life, he had come to Daoist Mountain to sightsee, and the beauty before him immediately won him over.
When he reached a protruding rock along a small ridge, the clouds and mist happened to part, revealing enormous tower ships moored below. Many Daoist experts were negotiating with the fleet, apparently not very amicably. Some Daoist disciples, sturdy as towers and carrying enormous swords on their backs, even seemed inclined to fight.
The man shook his head in considerable disdain.
"After all these years, they still only know these tricks. Even that little demon dragon has learned them."
The Cen clan's actions had drawn out many Daoist disciples. Figures streaked through the air like meteors, experts gathering like clouds. Though the Daoist sects had not participated in the struggle for supremacy in the immortal realm, there was no doubt that they possessed the greatest strength. Perhaps their ambitions differed, and each had their own pursuit.
On the surface, the Immortal Lords were the strongest, and the various immortal domains enjoyed greater renown. Their outer disciples inevitably grew arrogant and acted overbearingly.
"This is good too. It will spare me many watchful eyes."
He picked a few