The sky was clear and deep, clouds drifting in wisps.
At the foot of an ancient, primordial mountain, a mountain path wound upward in serpentine curves, paved with weathered Green Stone Slabs.
At the end of the path stood a towering Mountain Gate, steeped in the air of countless vicissitudes.
On either side of the Mountain Gate stood a stone pillar reaching up to prop the heavens.
The pillars bore the words "Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave" and "Spirit Platform Square Inch Mountain."
Beyond the Mountain Gate lay a hazy expanse of chaotic mist. Only the vague outlines of some ancient buildings could be seen, appearing and vanishing amid the fog.
At that moment, Su Yi stood outside that towering ancient Mountain Gate, the excited, joyful voice still echoing in his ears.
Yet when Su Yi looked around, he could not see a single figure.
"Who is speaking?"
Su Yi spoke.
The surroundings were silent, and no further voice sounded.
Su Yi frowned slightly. Someone had clearly discovered his arrival, so why had they fallen silent again?
After a long silence, Su Yi began surveying the place where he stood.
Moss-green traces covered the Green Stone Slabs beneath his feet. They looked ordinary, yet a primordial aura that refreshed the heart and soul drifted from them.
It was the resonance of the Great Dao—ethereal and tranquil, like the Dao itself in its empty vastness.
Simply standing there made one feel as though body and soul had been bathed in the aura of the Great Dao, washing away all the dust and toil of the world, leaving the heart broad and the spirit delighted.
The stone pillars on either side of the Mountain Gate were even more astonishing. Each stood a thousand zhang tall, made from a special material that flowed