An immortal could cross the Nine Provinces in a day. With his Great Witch body commanding vast expanses of Wutu earth, Hou Yi had already shattered the boundless seas and reached the edge of the cloud sea over North Continent of Julu in half a day. A faint warmth deep within his bloodline pulled at him. There was no need to discern the way; he simply followed that thread of hidden resonance and descended toward a towering mountain range.
Only to see peaks rising from the earth, their lofty summits piercing the heavens, their roots deeply embedded in Kunlun's Dragon's Ridge. White cranes perched in ancient junipers, black apes clambered over vines and wisteria; clear sunlight spilled across the treetops, while a thousand strands of red mist coiled like ribbons. Wind rose from shadowed ravines, and countless colored clouds billowed like waves. Hidden birds sang amid groves of green bamboo, while splendid pheasants fought beside wildflowers.
Thousand-Year Peak, Five Blessings Peak, Lotus Peak—the three peaks stood side by side, their radiant glimmers sharp and cold. Ten-Thousand-Year Stone, Tiger Fang Stone, Three-Pointed Stone—jagged and abrupt, with auspicious qi evaporating from them. Fragrant grass grew thick before the cliffs, cold plum blossoms budded along the ridges; dense forests concealed the pure breath of orchids and ganoderma, deep valleys gathered eagles, phoenixes, and a thousand birds. Qilin lay quietly in ancient caves, and stream waters curled gently through the land; layer upon layer of peaks formed a naturally enclosing terrain.
Green locust trees stood vigorous, spotted bamboo swayed, azure pines stood proud, each contending in splendor through a thousand years; pale plum blossoms glittered with frost, crimson peaches blazed, emerald willows bent with the wind, all vying in beauty through the three springs. Dragon roars split the valleys, tiger howls pierced the woods,