Thick fallen leaves rustled in the woods.
Bai Yujun climbed the mountain step by step like an ordinary person. After leaving the dense forest, she saw perilous crags, ancient pines and cypresses rooted in rock crevices. The wind made the pine needles whisper, while the bluestone ridge had been worn smooth by wind and rain.
She continued upward along the smooth, steep ridge, where rain-worn marks of time were clearly visible on both sides of the green-rock crest.
In Bai Yujun's eyes,
Whether lofty mountains or low peaks, mountains knew neither nobility nor baseness.
Ancient and enduring, every mountain in the world possessed its own sanctity.
At the mountaintop stood a strange pine, two zhang tall, spreading like an umbrella.
Expressionless, Bai Yujun walked beneath it. This peculiar pine had actually lived for over ten thousand years, weathered by wind and rain into steadfast character. It drank the essence of sun and moon while rooted in a crack in the rocks, awaiting only an opportunity to awaken its spirit. And that opportunity had arrived: a divine dragon had paused here, leaving behind dragon aura.
The mountain wind blew softly, dispersing some of the stuffiness from her climb. Her pointed ears caught the pleasing sound of the wind...
Standing high above, she looked into the distance, taking all the mountains and rivers into her gaze.
"The mountain range forms the shape of two dragons encircling one another. Dragon aura coils through it and draws inward. It is connected to the Dragon Clan."
Something inexplicable seemed to be concealing it.
That was why this treasured land remained hidden. No humans, great demons, or immortals had settled here. Or perhaps that mysterious aura made living beings overlook this place automatically, forgetting it the moment they saw it.
Her pointed ears twitched as she