The mountains were quiet, clouds and mist locked deep within them. The mountain gate towered majestically, its blue-green tiles and upturned eaves half-hidden among them. Before the steps, a spirit spring chimed; on both sides, spirit grasses swayed in the breeze, red maples burned like fire, and jade trees were strung with gems. Pavilions and towers stood in scattered tiers, immortal qi flowing through carved beams and painted rafters, displaying a charm of pure stillness beyond the mortal dust.
Yang Zhengshan stood in Qingyu City below the mountain, looking at the sect that stood among the mountains, his eyes filled with shock.
He had heard Countless People mention the Xuanqing Sect, and had also inquired from many sides about its situation, but this was still the first time he had looked up at the Xuanqing Sect's mountain gate from such close range.
Mountains encircled it, peaks rose layer upon layer, and pavilions and towers stood lofty and distinct, all shrouded in thick clouds and mist.
Such a scene of an immortal abode truly made others die of envy.
Let Alone how the Xuanqing Sect was in this or that regard—just this sect residence alone was enough to prove its foundation and strength.
Compared with it, the Spirit Source Land really did not amount to much.
Although the Spirit Source Land also had the air of an immortal domain, it lacked a certain flavor, a flavor accumulated over a thousand hundred years.
"Granduncle, the inn has been arranged. We can move in now!"
Just As Yang Zhengshan was feeling shocked by the Xuanqing Sect's mountain gate, Yang Xiangheng came up behind him and said softly.
It seemed that standing here, Yang Xiangheng did not even dare speak loudly.
A sense of shock and oppression rushed at them from the mountain, making