Tradition Continues On

"You smashed the whole mountain to pieces!"

The Three Flower Cat pressed against his chest, her four little paws kicking frantically as she practically climbed up his body and clothes. Only when she poked her head out over his shoulder did she look toward Borrowed Mountain behind him.

Borrowed Mountain was truly a miserable sight at this moment.

"It's fine..."

The Daoist turned around and looked at the mountain as well.

"Mmm, I can't see it again!"

The cat wriggled in his arms again, shifting directions as she continued staring curiously at the stone mountain.

The Daoist blew out a breath.

"Whoosh..."

That breath instantly turned into an icy wind.

The spiritual charm of Great Cold perfectly suited the current heavens and earth. The moment it was invoked, goose-feather snow began to drift over Borrowed Mountain. The crimson molten rock on the mountain swiftly cooled, dimming and blackening, while the remnants of supremely yang and unyielding spiritual power were gradually dispelled by the seasonal chill of heaven and earth, slowly settling into stillness.

"But the mountain's still broken!"

The Three Flower Cat stretched out a paw, staring unblinkingly at Borrowed Mountain as she pointed at the cracks upon it.

"Let it stay like that."

"The trees on the mountain are gone too!"

"They'll grow back."

"The stone stele on the mountain is broken too!"

"That is true..."

The Daoist had just lowered his gaze toward the foot of the mountain, but upon hearing Three Flower Lady's words, he moved his eyes back up. Choosing a spot, he blew another breath:

"Whoosh..."

"Crash..."

A protruding rock on the mountain immediately split apart. Shattered stone and powder came streaming down, leaving behind only a new stone stele, still inscribed with those words:

In the second month of the sixth year of Mingde,