Night had deepened. Yu Banshan and Qi Jinxiu entered Kunlun Mountain and followed the familiar path upward. Spiritual energy brimmed along the way, and rare flowers and exotic plants grew in abundance.
Before they knew it, an hour had passed. The mountain path still wound on ahead, with no end in sight and no Daoist Temple to be seen—a stark contrast to how quickly they had left the mountain last time.
"Is this truly a case of 'clouds so deep, one knows not where'...?" Qi Jinxiu murmured.
Yu Banshan's expression was grave. He spread out his spiritual sense to survey the area, but the mountain ridges were quiet and secluded. Where was the Jade Void Palace?
After some thought, he rose into the air and looked down from above. In the darkness, clouds and mist obscured his vision, and his spiritual sense could not penetrate them at all.
He landed where he had started and looked at Qi Jinxiu. "Let's keep searching. We can't give up so easily."
They wandered the mountain paths, exhausted after a night of searching. By dawn, Yu Banshan and Qi Jinxiu discovered that they had somehow returned to the place where they had entered the mountain.
Looking back, they saw peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland, but not a trace of the immortals.
"Once the immortal fate is lost, it's hard to encounter again..." Yu Banshan couldn't help sighing.
Qi Jinxiu gazed blankly at Kunlun Mountain and sighed deeply. "Immortal fate truly can be chanced upon, but never sought."
"Jinxiu, don't be disheartened. Immortal arts are easy to obtain in the Immortal Realm, and there's no shortage of guidance. We can cultivate on our own, and perhaps when we make a breakthrough someday, we'll encounter immortal fate again." Yu Banshan looked at