Vermilion Bird Continent.
The westernmost edge.
Dao Yan Mountain Range.
"Buzz!"
As a pillar of light descended, Yao Xixue and the others appeared between heaven and earth.
"Greetings, Zhu Quezi!"
The Tian Yan Sect cultivators who had long been waiting here all knelt and bowed in worship.
"Rise!"
Zhu Quezi waved his hand and said to Yao Xixue, "Noble, the Tian Yan Sect has arranged the Dao Yan Mountain Range for more than ten thousand years. Calculations are most accurate here, so I can only trouble you to make the trip yourself!"
"It is no matter, as long as we can find him!"
Yao Xixue's beautiful phoenix eyes looked toward the mountain range ahead. The countless rocks here were arranged according to some pattern.
A thousand mountains stood tall in formation. Looking down from the sky, one could clearly see an enormous Bagua Diagram, a truly magnificent sight.
Although the area was mostly rocky mountains, ancient trees and secluded orchids had also taken root among them, giving it a tranquil and elegant air.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, the earth trembled, and two rows of stone mountains automatically shifted aside.
Streams of auspicious light descended, transforming into a rainbow path that led directly to the core of the Bagua Diagram.
"This old man has remained here for countless years and merged himself with the formation of this place. I cannot personally come out to greet you, so I hope Zhu Quezi and the Noble will forgive me!"
Then, an aged and ethereal voice came from within.
The group stepped onto the rainbow bridge and entered. They found no Daoist temples, shrines, palaces, or cave dwellings here—only flowing springs, cascading waterfalls, and lush green vines.
At the core, there were small bridges, flowing water, and dense bamboo groves. Before a thatched cottage, a white-haired