Phoenix Tree City, Phoenix Perch Mountain.
Early morning, the daylight was soft, spilling over Phoenix Perch Mountain, which stood a thousand zhang high, draping this ancient, spiritually elegant blessed mountain in a sacred and solemn aura.
A mountain path lined with ancient phoenix trees on both sides wound upward from the foot of the mountain. At its halfway point stood rows upon rows of halls and pavilions.
That was where Profound Sky Academy was located!
As Su Yi strolled over from afar, bathed in the morning glow, he seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped.
The students of Profound Sky Academy had always kept the habit of reading aloud in the morning.
Whenever dawn broke, after the sound of bells rang out like morning bells and evening drums, the clear, resounding voices of reading would drift from the mountainside and spread outward.
Those students were all cultivators of the Confucian Dao lineage. When their voices reciting the scriptures gathered together, they often gave rise to all manner of majestic and solemn phenomena.
Such as auspicious light illuminating all around, Divine Radiance descending, and a hundred birds gathering in homage.
Such a sight could be called one of Phoenix Tree City's wonders.
Yet at this moment, no sounds of reading or scripture recitation rose from Profound Sky Academy on the mountainside of Phoenix Perch Mountain. It was exceptionally silent.
Moreover, Su Yi saw at a glance that the restrictive array covering Phoenix Perch Mountain had quietly activated, completely isolating all movement on the mountain.
"What is going on?"
Su Yi was surprised.
He still remembered that in his past life, Old Glutton—the elder of the Confucian Dao lineage whose seniority was high enough to frighten people to death—had once smugly boasted that the sound of reading on Phoenix Perch Mountain had