Three thousand strands of dark hair, sorrow at the temples; a hundred years, a single dream, passing through prosperity.
More than a hundred and seventy years drifted by. The Great Tang remained prosperous, yet those from the past were nowhere to be seen. Things remained, but people had changed; like a white colt flashing through a crack, they forgot each other across the vast sea.
Shenhua Mountain.
All Chunyang Palace disciples, save for those guarding the gates and those away from the sect, gathered at Sword Discussion Peak on Mount Hua.
Sword Discussion Peak was where Chunyang Palace's founding patriarch and many of its predecessors had ascended. It possessed great wonders. Spirit Monkeys offering peaches and white tigers listening to scriptures were common sights here. That snow pine was no ordinary tree either; apart from a certain snake climbing it to play, no one else had ever scaled it.
Li Xiangyan was about to undergo Ascension to Immortal Realm.
Upon hearing the news, mighty figures from other cultivation sects and expert Rogue Cultivators came one after another to see him off, their envy written plainly across their faces. Was cultivation not all for the sake of ascending to the Immortal Realm and becoming carefree immortals? These mighty figures even brought along their most prized personal disciples to share in the auspicious fortune.
Sword Discussion Peak was blanketed in snow year-round. The snow pine stood ancient and vigorous, while the Dao character carved upon the boulder was profound beyond mystery.
A few days earlier, perhaps bored out of his wits and afraid the demonic sects had forgotten him, Li Xiangyan had gone to their territory and slaughtered his way through all four directions. He killed quite a few demonic sect protectors alive, greatly easing the pressure on the Righteous Path. Only