The Road of the Martial World Is Long, but the People Remain
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sonorous tolling of the bells echoed across Hua Mountain.
On the mountain path at Qingke Ping, Li Yan looked back, his heart tangled with complicated emotions.
The day his blade was forged would be the day the abbot of Pure Yang Palace ascended to immortality.
No matter how he looked at it, something about it felt inauspicious.
At a time like this, they naturally dared not say anything unnecessary and invite misfortune. After bidding farewell to Yu FengZi and the others, they hurried down the mountain.
Hua Mountain truly lived up to its name as the root of the Divine Land.
Only after looking back and thinking it over did he realize how bizarre this journey had been. Even now, many things remained shrouded in confusion.
For example, there were the mysterious Mao Nv and Cultivator Yang Gong from the Biographies of Immortals.
One had attained longevity through consuming elixirs, preserving her divine Firm Strength until now without dissipating. The other could actually transform his appearance. Truly, they were both profound and unfathomable.
There was also that inexplicable Hua Mountain Divine Lamp and the sudden descent of the White Emperor's Blessing. Everything seemed veiled in fog...
Wang Dao Xuan had once said that temples and Taoist monasteries had three levels:
Those at the foot of the mountain welcomed the mortal world; those halfway up were half mortal and half immortal; and once one reached the mountaintop, one left the mortal world far behind and devoted oneself wholly to seeking the Dao.
Perhaps one day, when he stood high enough, these mysteries would be unraveled one by one. For now, however, he still had to roll about in the mortal world.
At this thought, he