Qinghe County, atop Funiu Mountain.
Song Qingming stood by the window on the third floor of the Song Family's Immortal Gathering Pavilion.
As far as the eye could see, Funiu Mountain pierced straight into the heavens. Its blue stones and green leaves seemed naturally born and grown above a sea of clouds.
Around the mountaintop, towering pavilions and lofty halls of every kind dotted the mountain. White clouds swept past on the wind, making the entire Spirit Mountain seem like an immortal realm.
The family had been established here for several hundred years. Today's Funiu Mountain had long ceased to resemble what it had been when the Song Family first arrived; it had become a great cultivation clan dominating the entire northeastern Wei State Cultivation World.
From the days of his childhood, when he had first set foot upon this Spirit Mountain to cultivate alongside his family elders, until now, Song Qingming had lived through three hundred years.
He had also risen step by step from a muddleheaded Qi Refining Cultivator newly entered upon the path into a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor standing at the summit of the Cultivation World.
Time flew like a shuttle. Those beside him had drifted away like smoke, yet his own appearance had scarcely changed.
Now, Song Qingming stood atop the mountain, looking at the scenery below—somewhat familiar, yet wholly new—and could not help sinking into thought.
"Seventh Brother! What are you thinking about?"
Just as Song Qingming's gaze grew distant, a figure in green arrived at his side with a smile and asked curiously.
Song Qingming turned to glance at Song Qingyu beside him, then gently shook his head and replied calmly, "I was only looking at the scenery and recalling some old memories."
"I only came out after several years of seclusion, and