The mountain path was not rugged. On the contrary, it carried the feeling of a great road leading to the heavens. Walking upon it felt like stepping on soft clouds, evoking the image of riding the clouds to the celestial palace.
People as knowledgeable and discerning as Meng Zhao had already noticed that the stairs leading to Mishui Immortal Palace had actually been carved from the exceptionally precious and rare Heavenly Pattern Cloud Stone. It looked soft, yet was extraordinarily tough. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror and free of the slightest speck of dust; though battered by wind and rain, it suffered not the slightest damage. It was one of the strange minerals of the lower Earth grade.
At first, many might have been shocked by the Palace Master's lavish wealth. However, after one shock after another, these Demonic Path experts had already grown accustomed to the wealth and might Mishui Immortal Palace revealed so casually.
Along the way, they could also see various wooden huts, thatched cottages, and bamboo towers looming in and out of the clouds. Quite a number of martial artists practiced their arts amid the sea of clouds, drilling fist techniques, kicks, and swordsmanship. Judging by their attire, they should have been disciples of Mishui Immortal Palace.
Meng Zhao and the others could see them, yet those people knew nothing of Meng Zhao's group. It seemed a grand formation separated the two sides—close at hand, yet as far apart as the ends of the earth.
With all he had seen, as well as the introductions to Mishui Immortal Palace from those beside him, Meng Zhao gradually went from unfamiliarity and caution to a growing familiarity with this place.
Not until Immortal Palace Senior Disciple led them to a densely populated settlement halfway up