After recovering my eyesight, I still couldn't twist my head or move even a fraction of an inch. However, I was also guiding rainbow energy to clear my meridians, so at the very least, I had to fully restore my sight and hearing first.
Just then, my vision suddenly wavered slightly, making my heart clench. That tremor clearly meant someone had touched me—this place. Could there be someone else here?
I immediately guided the rainbow energy to assault my hearing and senses. Soon, my hearing returned, but the bustling sounds around me startled me badly. The impact was even greater than when someone had shaken me.
I desperately pushed to break through with my hearing. After all, in this state of darkness and nothingness, my vision was far too impaired. Without opening my Heaven's Eye, I couldn't see anything clearly.
Once my hearing recovered, the clamorous sounds outside faintly reached my ears.
"This Sword Stele of Heavenly Frigid Mountain is indeed magnificent, but compared with its accompanying vines, it looks rather stingy. Look at these vine roots—they've grown everywhere, even here, making the place a complete mess. If this were our sect, we'd have chopped them down long ago." The voice entered my ears clearly, but the amount of information it carried was enormous.
This was still Heavenly Frigid Mountain. Moreover, I should have been somewhere like a plaza or another crowded place. After all, it wasn't just this voice—many discussions and pointing fingers showed that the area around me was exceptionally lively!
My heart seized. Could it be that hundreds or even thousands of years had already passed, and Heavenly Frigid Mountain had declined for some reason, becoming a scenic attraction somewhere? Otherwise, how could immortals from other sects have come here?
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Han, you wouldn't know