At the summit of Bitter Rain Mountain.
Looking down from here, heaven and earth stretched vast and boundless, while the clouds seemed to crouch beneath their feet.
"Mortals do not know the height of heaven or the thickness of earth. But among us martial artists, how many truly know how high heaven is, or how thick the earth may be?"
National Preceptor Lu Yuan sighed with feeling.
He stood before the railing of a viewing platform, dressed in a snow-white robe. Though already middle-aged, he was strikingly handsome, standing there like an exiled immortal drifting on the wind.
Not far away, an old man in brocade robes sat casually upon a boulder.
His face was lean, with a goatee and an indifferent air. A fiery red Jade Ruler hung at his waist, exceptionally eye-catching.
Yun Zhaoan, Manor Lord of Divine Strategy Manor.
He turned to look at National Preceptor Lu Yuan, who stood by the railing. "National Preceptor, your learning reaches heaven and humanity alike. When it comes to understanding the Heavenly Dao, you are unquestionably far beyond us. What are your thoughts on this matter?"
Lu Yuan laughed at himself. "Living in the Huai Huang Kingdom, I am no different from a frog in a well. What thoughts could I possibly have?"
After a pause, his tone suddenly changed. "Over the years, the two of you have each captured some Extraterritorial Heavenly Devils. Could it be that you still do not understand what ascension is, or what cultivation is?"
Yun Zhaoan sighed. "It is precisely because we have come to understand that we find it so absurd, and the more we think of it, the more terrified we become. It is simply unbelievable."
Not far away, a black-robed youth leaned sideways against one of the pillars of the viewing