Return to the Mountain

The Limitless Sect stood atop a towering immortal mountain, its imposing mountain gate rising grandly.

Stepping into the sect, a broad bluestone path wound onward in twists and turns toward the depths of the sect. On either side, spiritual plants swayed gracefully, their leaves glittering with crystalline spiritual light. A gentle breeze brushed past, setting the branches and leaves whispering as though softly chanting an ancient song of cultivation. Scattered halls appeared and vanished amid the clouds and mist, while auspicious beast carvings on their flying eaves and bracket sets looked so lifelike that they seemed ready to soar into the sky at any moment. The walls of the halls depicted the legendary deeds of the sect's forebears in dazzling colors. Though they had weathered the passage of time, they remained as vivid as ever, silently displaying the sect's profound heritage.

On the Training Ground, the blazing sun hung high overhead, its radiance like fire. Numerous disciples dressed in training garb moved with vigorous grace, immersed in arduous cultivation. Fists and feet danced, wind howled, and spiritual light flickered around them like stars. Some disciples focused on swordsmanship, sword flowers scattering as dazzling cold light flashed, every strike containing formidable power. Others devoted themselves to boxing, their punches fierce and their momentum mighty, as though they could shake the mountains and rivers. Not far away, wisps of green smoke rose from the Pill Refining Room, carrying an enticing medicinal fragrance. The furnace flames roared as the Pill Refiners worked with rapt concentration, their foreheads covered in fine beads of sweat. The magical tools in their hands turned nimbly as they precisely adjusted the heat, eagerly awaiting the birth of a peerless pill. The Scripture Repository was solemn and dignified, its doors tightly shut. Countless precious manuals slumbered within. From time