In late autumn, the mountain forest remained lush and green, with not a trace of decay or desolation.
In this Upper Realm, where spiritual qi was rich and the quality of heaven and earth had reached an unimaginable level, the changing seasons were, more than anything, merely a manifestation of the passage of time.
Throughout most of the Spirit Realm, their influence upon all things beneath heaven and earth had become negligible.
Just like this mountain peak, the bleakness of late autumn had not affected it in the slightest.
Ancient trees towered into the sky, still verdant and flourishing with life. Late autumn was nothing more than a simple measure of time.
White jade steps wound upward along the mountainside. Clouds and mist curled through the air, spiritual qi gently rippled, and from time to time, figures could be seen striding swiftly along the steps.
Following the stairs all the way up to the mountaintop, a simple yet ancient nine-story tower stood amid the swirling clouds and mist.
The ancient tower could not be called enormous. To the naked eye, it stood merely several dozen zhang tall, yet upon this mountain summit, it inexplicably exuded an indescribable sense of majesty.
The gates of the tower's first floor stood wide open. Figures entered and left in an endless stream, each instinctively concealing their aura of magical power. Even their footsteps had noticeably softened.
Yet inside the tower, the space was far from the mere several dozen zhang visible outside. It was like stepping into another world, a hidden heaven within.
Row upon row of bookshelves stood in neat formation. A single glance revealed their extension for dozens of li, with no end in sight.
Most cultivators who entered the tower lingered before a particular shelf, reading through some Jade Slip or