The Journey to Heavenly Peak Mountain

At an altitude of ten thousand zhang.

Scattered across the deck of the Empty Mountain Sect's flagship stood young disciples of the sect. They gazed down at the towering mountain below, more than eight thousand zhang tall and blanketed year-round in ice and snow, utterly shaken.

Heavenly Peak Mountain.

Nearly seventy thousand years ago, it had been a sacred site of cultivation on Chenping Continent.

Of the Empty Mountain Sect's Three Mountains Four Peaks, the tallest was Yuanhua Mountain, standing about two thousand eight hundred zhang high.

Heavenly Peak Mountain was a full three times taller.

Chen Yan sat alone at the bow of the Empty Mountain Sect's flagship.

His gaze had also settled on the Heavenly Peak Mountain before him. Though it was still hundreds of miles away, its presence was impossible to ignore.

Then Chen Yan's eyes slowly traveled upward.

More than two thousand zhang above Heavenly Peak Mountain, a tiny white speck hung in the sky.

By channeling his true qi to sharpen his eyesight, he could just make out its shape. It seemed to be a palace.

That was Tian Ding Palace, the residence of the Ascension Realm cultivators who had ruled Heavenly Peak Mountain throughout the ages.

Chen Yan had only one goal at the Dao Discussion Conference on Chenping Continent.

He would take first place at this Heavenly Peak Dao Seeking event.

Then he would go to Tian Ding Palace and claim the great opportunity that had remained there since the palace's destruction nearly seventy thousand years ago—an opportunity no one had managed to take away.

As Chen Yan thought this, one person's name surfaced in his mind again—

Qin Qingyu.

She was someone no young cultivator of this generation on Chenping Continent could afford to overlook.

If, a few years ago, Chen Yan,