The Vermilion Bird Boat glided through the clouds, with rolling mountains stretching beneath it.
The Mystic Heaven Mountain Range, where the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect was located, was one of the largest spirit veins within Great Xia.
Seventy-two peaks thrust skyward like swords. The main peak, Sword Debate Peak, soared into the clouds, shrouded in mist year-round. Legend had it that in ancient times, a Sword Immortal attained enlightenment here and sheared off half a mountaintop with a single strike, leaving behind this hundred-mile expanse of flat land as a martial arena.
Standing at the prow, Lu Chen could already see that mountain in the distance.
Clusters of buildings could vaguely be seen along the mountainside, pavilions and towers built against the slopes, their upturned eaves and bracketed roofs appearing and vanishing amid the mist.
At the summit lay a broad, open plain, where quite a few people had already gathered. Banners fluttered in the wind, and the faint murmur of voices drifted over.
Yun Qingyue stood beside him and said softly, "We're here."
The Vermilion Bird Boat slowly descended and landed on the guest-welcoming platform at the foot of the mountain.
The moment they landed, disciples of the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect came forward to receive them. The leader was a middle-aged steward with late-stage Supernatural Power Realm cultivation. His manner was courteous yet neither servile nor overbearing. "Are you fellow cultivators from Medicine King Valley? Please follow me. Your lodgings are in the guest courtyard on the eastern peak."
Mu Wanqing stepped forward and exchanged a few pleasantries with him before the group followed him up the mountain.
Lu Chen walked at the rear of the group, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
Quite a few flying magical artifacts were already parked around the guest-welcoming platform—flying boats, flying