Upon reaching Tu Mountain territory, finding Tu Mountain was an easy matter.
Lu Zheng rode the clouds, following the direction indicated by the tribal banners and worshippers, and soon spotted a mountain range. Though not especially tall, it stretched on without end.
The range formed a fan shape. One main peak stood somewhat higher, with orderly manors and buildings of every kind scattered through the mountain forests. The other nine branching ranges spread northeastward like a fan, with tribes encamped amid the forests and snowy plains.
Lu Zheng's eyes flickered. Though this mountain range appeared to blend perfectly with the surrounding terrain, he did not believe it had formed naturally. It had surely been shaped by some great master of the Heavenly Fox Clan, who had sorted out the earth veins and artificially molded this symbolic landscape.
Lu Zheng and his party arrived upon the clouds without concealing their auras, flying straight toward Tu Mountain. Naturally, someone on Tu Mountain noticed them. Lu Zheng could already sense gazes passing through dozens of miles to settle upon them.
Lu Zheng looked at Liu Qingyan. Liu Qingyan pursed her lips in a smile, and Tu Mountain dharma power surged forth from her body, spreading outward.
"Hm?"
"Eh?"
"What?"
The Heavenly Fox Clan of Tu Mountain was said to be one clan, but in truth, there were only a little over a thousand with genuine Heavenly Fox bloodlines. Most cultivated only three to four hundred years of Dao Comprehension.
Those like Liu Qingyan, who had cultivated more than five hundred years of Dao Comprehension and attained a profound realm of understanding in the Tu Mountain Scripture, counted as exceptionally gifted even among the Heavenly Fox Clan. They were all known figures with names to their credit.
Just like the three Tu Yuya sisters.