Wearing a visitor jade token, she wandered up the mountain.
The mountain range was far larger than imagined. Along the way were countless waterfalls and small lakes, bridges and Stone Pavilions hanging from sheer cliffs. Daoist disciples could be seen everywhere sitting cross-legged, contemplating nature. There was none of that resplendent gold and jade, radiating ten thousand beams of light—only a transcendence from worldly affairs, light as water.
Mist coiled and clouds entwined around cascading streams; visitors walked within a painting.
Chunyang was merely one branch of the Daoist path, with an immortal mountain of its own where its people gathered. Aside from immortals who had ascended from the mortal world, there were also deities and disciples born in the Main World. Countless sect members dwelled in this blessed land, humbly seeking the Dao and pursuing immortality.
Bai Yujun wore Grand Immortal-grade immortal armor, so no one came forward to make trouble.
Whether in the immortal realm or the greater and lesser worlds, the Heavenly Court was unquestionably an overlord. Though the Daoist sects and the Western Teachings were powerful, they still fell somewhat short in combat strength. They had to give some face, lest they sour their relations.
Do not think the Heavenly Court was weak. That was all nonsense meant to fool people.
For tens of thousands of years, they had fought the Devil Race in bloody struggles, beating human brains into dog brains. Even during the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Heavenly Soldiers and Generals would be hacking at Devil Race soldiers with blades. How could those who faced life and death be weak?
Her immortal armor had been polished until it gleamed, while her draped silks and ribbons gave her an air of immortality.
With a small bundle slung over her shoulder,