Seeing Zunti like this.
Xuanqing hurriedly said, "Martial Uncle, you flatter me. Although the spiritual energy here is somewhat thin, the Great Dao is simplest at its core. Perhaps this place is even more suited to tempering one's Dao Heart."
Even he himself blushed at those words.
"Hahaha, Nephew-Master truly knows how to speak." Zunti gave two dry laughs. "However, you are half right. The reason our Western Lands have become like this is all because of an earthshaking war."
The three of them moved at tremendous speed. Before long, a solitary emerald-green mountain appeared at the far end of the Western Lands.
The mountain was not particularly majestic, and was even somewhat dilapidated, yet it exuded a unique air of Zen and peace. Amid this desolate land, it stood out all the more.
"Nephew-Master, we have arrived. That is the Daoist temple my Senior Brother and I call home—Mount Sumeru."
Jieyin pointed at the emerald-green mountain ahead. There was a trace of weariness in his voice, but also a trace of pride.
After all, at present, Mount Sumeru was the only place in the Western Lands that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the eastern lands.
Very soon, the three landed at the foot of Mount Sumeru.
When Xuanqing stepped onto the soil of Mount Sumeru, his first impression was that it was peculiar—strange.
The ground beneath his feet seemed as though it had been seared over and over by raging flames. It was incomparably hard, with not a blade of grass growing upon it.
Though golden light flowed across the mountain, a closer look revealed many cracks that could never heal. Like the rings of an ancient tree, they recorded the savagery of the great battle of old.
Zunti and Jieyin led Xuanqing up a flight of stone