(｀) Eight Hundred Miles of Yellow Wind Ridge, All Rats Wielding Heavy Crossbows
When he heard that Annie and "Tibbers" were also headed to Yellow Wind Ridge, the eccentric old Daoist Yuan Shoucheng gave Annie and her "monkey" Tibbers a thorough introduction to the place. They were going the same way, after all, and he had nothing better to do.
According to him, Yellow Wind Ridge was a region of undulating mountain ranges, their peaks rising and falling like dragons soaring and tigers leaping, as though they pierced the clouds. Their towering majesty was enough to inspire awe in anyone who looked up at them.
"High are the mountains, steep are the ridges"—that was Yellow Wind Ridge.
There, every peak was like one of heaven and earth's most steadfast keepers, weathered by wind and rain for millions of years. Though badly eroded, they still stood firm!
Clouds and mist wreathed some of the summits, where the azure sky seemed almost within reach—as if one more step would carry you into the immortal realm of the Heavenly Court. The ridges were exceptionally steep, their winding stone steps testing travelers' resolve and courage at every turn.
"Steep are the cliffs, deep are the ravines"—that was the cliffs and precipices of Yellow Wind Ridge!
They were like the handiwork of nature itself, jutting sheer into empty space and inspiring dread at a glance. The bottomless ravines were like wounds split open in the earth, deep and dark. Legends said that some were deep enough to glimpse the eerie glow of the underworld.
Though the terrain was rugged, towering ancient trees and tangled vines clung to the cliffs, adding a touch of green and defiance to the harsh landscape.
Besides that, clear springs burbled through the mountains, winding like jade ribbons. Their tinkling waters